It’s the start of a new season; trees are sprouting greenery, flowers are blossoming, birds are chirping, the air is filled with something that smells vaguely familiar… ssh, close your eyes, take a good whiff. What’s that smell?… Ah, that’s it. It’s the smell of a clean slate. With a dash of hope, a hint of change and a sprinkling of deluded optimism.
It’s that time of the year, boys and girls and undecideds. Now, I’m not talking about that “join a gym”, “go paleo” clean slate codswallop (cause we all know come day three of said new lifestyle you’ll be back stuffing your face with paleo-prohibited dairy products and avoiding the gym like the plague). No, I’m talking about the start of a new semester.
Whether you’re an uncorrupted, optimistic freshman or a fourth-year about to tackle their final semester while trying to get in the QUT spirit and ready themselves for the real world (thanks, QUT), there’s nothing quite like the start of a zesty fresh semester.