A few weeks ago QUT was full of students running around in bright shirts, handing out equally brightly coloured flyers, that’s right, it was election week, where it had to be decided which party, Activate or Epic would run the Student Guild in 2011. In previous years I’ve dreaded this annual political frenzy, having to always avoid making eye contact with any of the campaigners. But for some reason (maybe I’m maturing) this year I decided to actually take an interest and find out what this is all about. In the process I met a very charming boy named Isaac who is the General Secretary of the QUT Student Guild who agreed to do an interview for the share house about the Student Guild and it’s relevance to QUT students.
I’ve been wanting to write this blog for a long while now, but I kept putting it off because it’s something that has had such a huge impact on my life, that I wanted to be able to explain it perfectly and get my point across exactly. But I will never be able to do that because it’s something that affects people in many different ways, so I’m just going to go ahead and tell you my story.
It is a very peculiar feeling being a QUT student blogger at the moment. November is quite possibly the end of the QUT student blog page. So I’m quite reluctant to write this post, it’s almost like I’m virtually dying. But in keeping with such themes, I would like to give a virtual eulogy of my year, the first year of my final year – if that make sense (if it doesn’t looks like you’ll have to read my earlier posts).
“We are gathered here today on this saddening occasion; we are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Blogger Michael. Friends, family, strangers, Michael is glad you are here at what is his final party before his body (the blog website) disappears. Together we sit here (in front of our computers) ready to celebrate the life, and in doing so we must honour Michael’s wishes. We must not be down, we shall smile, and raise our virtual thumbs up (please find at the bottom of the page) to the life Michael has lived. Today is a party, and that is what we shall be here to do…”
Woah! What a whirlwind it’s been over the past few weeks. Exams have come and gone, preceded by a hurricane of last-minute late night cram sessions. I had planned on blogging after my last exam, but I’m still not quite sure how I got from that evening to this moment… the days and nights have blurred into one long social celebration of uni being over and the new beginnings that lay ahead.
For those last few weeks of semester, I was so caught up in my own little world of assignments, that I lost all sense of time and whether or not it was even morning or night. I literally laughed out loud when I looked at the date on my phone and realised that it was suddenly mid-November – I could have sworn it was still October!
A few months ago I spent the day working at the TSXPO (tertiary studies expo – for those of you not in the know), and had such an awesome time. I work as a student ambassador for QUT which means I get to go around to schools and talk about what it’s like to be a student at QUT, and get to work at open day and O-week and other uni events. It is honestly the best job because it just never feels like you’re working.
As I was talking to students there, the same question kept coming up and that was, “what if I make the wrong decision, how hard is it to change courses?”. Everyone seemed so petrified that what they put as their first preference on their QTAC application was the be all and end all, that their career was then set in stone. But believe me it’s nothing like that at all.
Reasons I Miss Home:
1. I can say ‘thongs’ in public without people thinking I’m talking about my underwear.
2. I am legal adult with a car, job and house. Here I’m just a ratty dorm kid whose only responsibility is to wake up 10 minutes before midday 3 days a week in order to attend class. Which is actually a pretty fantastic way to live, now I think about it.
3. Food is available that has not been coated in either oil or sugar. Or both.
4. I have my own room in which I can walk around wearing as many or as few clothes as I wish and listen to music at 3 am without disturbing my dorm roommate.
5. My family and friends, obviously. Skype, while awesome and free, just doesn’t cut it. And six months is a long time.
After three years of uni (so far), you really get accustomed to the lifestyle. You inherit certain behaviours; a lot of which you don’t even know you’re doing until you look around uni…
Through observation and anecdotal evidence, I’ve come up with a list of behaviours to share with the Sharehouse. Take a look:
This afternoon I spoke to my best friend on Skype. She’s always been there to make me feel good about myself, but this conversation just made me feel excellent about my life in general:
“So, what did you get up to on the weekend?”
“Went out Saturday in Newcastle, then I had work all day Sunday. You?”
“I went to Canada for the weekend. It was awesome.”
The first year of uni is a weird time. School is out forever. So what do you do?