I was going through documents from yesteryear in my old laptop, the Toshiba Protege 4010, the one which sends out tiny electric shocks occasionally from its corners, and groans when i turn it on as if to say, "let me sleep, I have earned my rest"; when I came across these scribbles, well, paintings, I dunno if you might want to call them that, but they were made with Paint after all, and they brought back a flood of memories, of dark musty lecture theaters and korean accented English.