i won't imagine the pictures

Pushing the Envelope" - American Head Charge.

I'm trying out this image-adding thing, so you're get a photograph. Let's see...

This is M10, the Social Science building at my university, as you can probably tell. It's where the criminology students basically live. I believe they're largely fond of it because of its gaping black maw, as shown. All the doorways look like that.

I don't really understand the love affair criminologists have with staircases, either (this building was erected with them in mind, according to the professors here.) M10 is riddled with them, the way an ant nest is riddled with tunnels; an endless number of winding staircases, going down into floors that seem subterranean for their distinct lack of windows. Sometimes staircases come together and cross over each other like a house in a farce, which rather ruins the gloomy appeal for me, but apparently criminologists don't see much in the way of the farcical.

It also holds a room dreaded by all students--the overflow exam room. It's a small, cramped, claustrophobic lecture theatre, and it stinks overwhelmingly of carpet glue. (Remember what I said about a lack of windows? This would seem to be a natural consequence of that.) Students only come to that room when their professors were woefully underprepared for the course, so not only is it an extremely unpleasant room to attempt to engage your brain in, it also implies a level of inadequacy in your education which tends to tug at the nerves until the end of the course.

I don't have much reason to go into M10--my own 'home' is at M24, who may well be the subject of a later photo-based post. But there you go, a little snapshot of my life.