My first official day as a QUT student started with heavy rain, a bad cappuccino, a coffee stain on my pants, falling into a stranger’s lap and tripping up two sets of stairs. Fast forward four years and my days now typically include good cappuccinos, falling into a stranger’s lap and only tripping up one flight of stairs. I guess you could say I have really grown over the years.
On my first day of university, I (a tea drinker), decided I wanted to fit into the coffee crowd. With my chin in the air and a purposeful stride, I walked into the first café I saw and ordered the first coffee on the menu. I attempted to put the lid on it and by some act of Satan I emptied the entire contents of the cup on my white shirt. On the same day I walked into an incorrect lecture room and also happened to wave at two different people who as it turns out weren’t waving at me. A typical Thursday, really.