ICRT (part 2)

ICRT served me well during my years at Dominican. Back when no one spoke English, back when we only spoke English during school hours, back when we hung out in Tianmu because at least there were people there who spoke English.

It was nice to go home at night, turn on the radio, and kinda do homework. Hearing English was like comfort food. Of course, this was 15-20 years ago, mind you.