around twenty laptops at once. Wires crossed over each other in every direction, taped down in some places and left loose in others, waiting to be sorted out properly. It gave the whole room this strange, half-finished feeling somewhere between a classroom and a construction zone, with all of us squeezed in among the wiring, trying to focus on the lesson while stepping carefully around loose cables underfoot.
By midday, the rain still hadn't let up, so lunch ended up being another indoor affair, everyone crowded together again, this time without the pressure of a lesson to focus on. There was a strange kind of comfort in it, twenty-odd people who'd been strangers a few weeks ago, now squeezed shoulder to shoulder over food, cracking jokes about the ceiling projector and the cable mess, like it had already become an inside joke rather than an inconvenience.
The afternoon session picked up where the morning left off, cables and all. Somewhere in between exercises, a few of the DKV students started sketching out on paper what the room should look like once it was properly wired half joking, half genuinely useful, since a proper layout would clearly help once the laptops did arrive. It was a small moment, but one that captured something about this trip: two different majors, thrown into one cramped room by circumstance, still finding ways to collaborate rather than just tolerate each other
By the time classes wrapped up, the rain had finally eased into a light drizzle, and the sky had that washed-out, pale grey look that follows a long downpour. We spent the remaining daylight doing small chores organizing notes, charging devices, and a few of us attempting to trace exactly where all those cables were meant to lead, more out of curiosity than necessity.
Looking back on the day, it wasn't a particularly dramatic one no major events, no big excursions but it was the kind of day that quietly says a lot about what this programmer actually is. Ten months, twenty countries, and constantly having to adjust to rooms that weren't built for what we're using them for, weather that doesn't cooperate, and schedules that shift without warning. Days like this cramped, improvised, slightly chaotic are probably going to end up being some of the most memorable ones, if only because they demanded something from us that a smooth, well-planned day never would: patience, Humor, and the willingness to just get on with it.