I think one of the biggest differences that struck me upon coming to study in England in 2003 was an almost complete absense of graffiti on the desks at the study rooms and in the library. Well, five years later the things seem to have changed, as both photos plainly illustrate. In truth, since the start of this academic year I have seen several phone numbers and random phrases inscribed on the desks, but the desk I happened to sit at this afternoon was too precious to ignore. One commentator lamented the state of female beauty at the medical faculty, while another unveiled to us a new kind of hunk, who’s got the jars of Fanta, Coke, and 7UP implanted in his otherwise flat stomach. All in all, both graffitis are funny, witty, and entertaining, which I, my student years still fairly fresh in my memory, can delight in. But one can only wonder what will happen when the entire desk will be covered with scriptures and drawings, and the visitor, instead of reading, will innocently succumb to browsing the surface of the desk…
