Hello again cyber-buddies,
Week 11 and we’re still afloat! Well done team.
I really appreciate all the people taking time not only to read my self-indulgent whiny-poos, but commenting with words of empathy, encouragement and even solidarity.
We shall rise together yet Mature-ies – We shall rise!
So, I was sitting down and thinking the other day, nothing unusual about that (as it’s my preferred form of procrastination!). I realised that being a student is quite a unique way of life. We’re our own class of people, with our own curious habits and experiences. So, for those who are already in the world of study, this is an invitation for reflection and hopefully a few mental giggles. For those strangers to the stresses and excitement of studying, here’s a snapshot of what you’re missing. So, here goes… Enjoy!
“Wait until you get to university.”
“They won’t be as lenient in university.”
“If you can’t handle this, I don’t know how you’ll make it through university.”
“YOU’RE PROBABLY GOING TO FAIL UNIVERSITY!” Read more
Hey everyone! As you probably already know, my name is Amy and I’m in my first year at university, studying Creative and Professional Writing. My favourite part of the course thus far was seeing the looks on some of the other students’ faces when they realised how much reading we had to do. I’m still slightly baffled how they made it into the course thinking a writing program such as this one involved little to no reading.
Sadly enough, I’ve been pretty slack with reading. The last proper book I read before coming to university was George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four…and that wasn’t by choice, it was one of those novels you had to read in order to pass grade 12.
Speaking on the subject of grade 12 (and finishing school forever), I thought it would only be fitting to give you a very brief overview of how I ended up here, sitting in my pj’s, writing for the QUT student blog.
Okay, we’re live? Good.
The blogging platform thought it would be hilarious to mix my passwords around and (to add insult to injury) make the new password painfully obvious. Danke, WordPress.
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It’s my final semester so I’ve been absolutely pumped. I thought this is my last chance to be organised from the beginning and do really well in assessments. Now it’s week nine and I’m as unorganised as ever.
Firstly, where did the first 8 weeks of the semester go? What did I do?
Not that I am one to say I am not a child; 16 years is barely enough time to learn the lessons life has to teach, however I have always been a very ardent fan of Peter Pan and his theories. Despite the occasional feeling of being rather grown up because I am a senior at my school and attending university with a part time job and bills to pay, I have found that there is this one, special thing that launches me back into childhood with astonishing speed and no consideration of whether I want to go or not, but to be honest, I don’t mind. Read more
Hi, I’m Courtney and I’m in my second year of law/psychology at QUT. I moved for uni not really knowing what I was in for, having only the American college stereotypes to rely on. I must say, first year is definitely a learning experience. But it was really nothing like what you see on TV. Except for maybe the odd coffee-crazed all-nighter. First year is not just about knuckling down and getting into the rhythm of self-directed study. If anything, that’s the easy part. So here are a few life lessons that every QUT student should know. I had to learn them the hard way, but here’s hoping you can learn them the easy way!
G’day fellow current and prospective student peers.
If you read my previous blog you would know the general theme of my blog is being old. mature. stressed. broke. isolated. drunk. in the older denomination of the student population at QUT. I recently participated in a survey for Psychology in which the results found the average age of respondents was 20.
At 29, I am what is known as an outlier. That’s right – I stuff up the data set, just by being here.
I’ve been meaning to write something on here for a while. I write all the time, but most stuff I don’t put on here. Recent events have made me think I don’t have anything good to say.
