Uni Footwear: A story of betrayal.

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I made a pact with myself; I would never wear thongs to Uni. Uni was about being hip, cool and trendy. Thongs didn’t fit into that brief. Thongs didn’t even fit into the brief of being an actual shoe. They’re more like partial shoes, or foot underwear. And I told myself “Sara, you will not be seen in public wearing thongs.” And I kept that promise, for almost an entire year.

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Open Day Changed My Life

Literally. I’m not exaggerating. If you asked Grade-Twelve-Sara what she wanted to do with her future, prior to Open Day, you’d get an answer that sounded a bit like;

“Uhh. Uni… journalism…law maybe…teaching…business…stuff… I DON’T KNOW LEAVE ME ALONE.”

She would then run away from you and all decisions regarding planning the rest of her life.

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Study Tour

A lot of us develop a certain level of curiosity when we leave school. We get our first taste of that promised freedom and we want more. It’s an addiction. We want to learn, experience, and see what the world has to offer. The first thing we think of when it comes to university travel is the exchange program The idea is wild and exotic, but maybe we’re not ready for that commitment just yet. Maybe we’re scared to leave Australia for so long, and maybe we don’t trust ourselves to be self sufficient for 6 months to a year. Most of us have never lived out of home before, let alone in another country. That’s why study tours are the perfect opportunity for students who want a taste of travel without the commitment of an exchange (and maybe score some credit points along the way).

In November last year, I went on a study tour across Europe with a bunch of architecture students. I’m not an “archi” student, but that didn’t stop me from crashing their party. Don’t be afraid of taking advantage of opportunities that different faculties have to offer. That’s when you meet the most interesting people.

We traveled for one month, across Denmark, Germany, Luxembourg, Belgium and The Netherlands. 5 countries, 12 cities.

We landed in Copenhagen at 6am, extremely tired and extremely hungry. Like a beacon in the barely-morning darkness, there they were, in a café window; real Danish Danishes. The smell was overwhelmingly good. It was like the smell of a newborn baby, in pastry form. I mean that in the least cannibalistic way possible. They were soft, and sweet, and I just wanted to take it home and love it forever.

IMG_3988Beautiful… *sheds tear*

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