I know I haven’t been updating this blog because I’m too lazy. Years 2 and 3 have been an exciting flurry of business (both work and busy-ness). I constantly spew bite-sized thoughts that stream into my mind on Instagram Stories anyway, and I am remarkably easily bored and excitable, so longer, more considered pieces on Blogger aren’t sustainable. I digress. Many exciting life updates! I’m now officially done with my undergraduate PPE programme at King’s College London. I loved every bit of it: the depth, rigour and intellectual intensity of the course, the international student community, the bustling city of London and all the travel opportunities around Europe. Words can’t do justice to the profundity of the experience. In typical Quincean fashion, I milked everything I could out of the three years: went to Cumberland Lodge (for free) as a photographer with the Philosophy Department in Years 1 and 3, clinched the Principal’s Global Leadership Award (PGLA) in my second year (spending
In the past four and a half months, I dealt with convictions. Convictions of others, convictions of my own. I thought about criminal justice. About how persons in custody became unlikely friends in the lock-up, brought together by a peculiar mix of circumstance and necessity. How excited I was when I saw quadratic curves in sentencing benchmarks. The hotchpotch of emotions I felt when family members cried before we handed a convict over to the Prison Service. How it felt to be a symbol of legal authority, with the Balance of Dikē weighing on my shoulders. Being an active controller or enforcer is not my natural disposition, though it is my current duty. I have always been the community relations kind of guy, and that’s also my working style. If I have subordinates, they run around freely like kampung chickens. Notwithstanding minimal caveats for subsistence, legitimacy and operational requirements within the bureaucracy, I can coherently articulate my reasons and motivations behin