Everyone loves a good ol’ embarrassing confession, there is just something about them that makes your own hidden incidents more acceptable. So, I have decided to, with much apprehension, share with the public, my small, yet nonetheless embarrassing story in the hope of making you feel a little less embarrassed and perhaps, if you feel so inclined, you will post a confession of your own. Read more
Getting work experience during your uni days is pretty important, a fact that has become scarily real for me. In my PR Planning lecture, the lecturer asked how many of us had done work experience, and I was one of about a handful of people who hadn’t. It was an embarrassing eye opener that pushed me into overdrive, looking for unpaid positions, volunteering, anything that would allow me to gain some experience in my chosen majors of PR and marketing. Read more
… week 3.
What have I learnt in my first three weeks at the lovely QUT? … I am destined to be poor and lost. But thankfully I will have a design degree under my belt so I will be able to design nifty ‘will draw for food’ signs.
But seriously… I’ve never been particularly wealthy – for the usual reasons of food, shoes, stationery and books, but now that uni has started I have noticed a marked change in the weight of my wallet and the girth of my account. And I haven’t even bought shoes or books for months!
Think back to those sweet memories of your perfect summer holiday; those trips to the beach; your unforgettable overseas adventures; the impossible weekday benders; the four months of time to do whatever hell you wanted… And quietly come to the realisation that those days are now over. Ha ha hah.
A ‘life hack’ is a tip, trick or hint that increases productivity and efficiency, and in my opinion, makes life that little bit more awesome. It’s like a cheat code for life that enriches your experience. Throughout my two years at uni, I’ve come across some cool things that other students might have no idea about. So, I’ve decided to share a few tips and secrets to make your life easier at QUT. Read more
Welcome back fellow brethren in academia/congratulations on accepting your offer to QUT. I hope you all made the most of your holidays, I know I did! Apart from getting my tonsils taken out, that was the definition of not fun at all. This was me in the hospital.
Well, well, well. We’re back again; back for another year of procrastinating and Officeworks day trips. I can’t say I am entirely glad to have finished holidaying but I am glad for some form of structure, even if it is still up-in-the-air until registration is opened and… (Dramatic music) shut. The registration of classes at UNI is a fabled experience; a story told from sibling to sibling, teacher to student, stranger to unsuspecting stranger. It is the stuff of horrifying myth. Where thousands upon thousands of people, young, not-so-young and mysteriously-ageless students gather in one place and battle for their seat from which they will fight for their future. Read more
Despite hopping on board with this blogging shebang, I’ve realised a brutally ironic truth: the internet vexes my mind. Between trying to post, start new websites and remember stupid passwords every time QUT changes them (notably: “igotaigotapocketfullofsunshine,”) I’ve managed to work out that the 21st Century is not for me, and more importantly, I’m actually an old man in the body of a (ridiculously good looking) teenager. Here’s why: Read more
It’s that time of year when regular faces leave and the ones left behind begin to smile once again. The weather brightens, the exams results are posted and the graduation caps don excited heads.
End of Year. Read more
So it’s that time of semester again: that time where emotions run high and motivation runs low. For that matter, it’s that time of year too: week 13 of semester 2 invites the exciting prospects of summer and a whole few months free of uni. Yes, there is much to look forward to. But, and I don’t know if this is just me, does it seem too soon for this already? For me, it seems like only a few weeks ago I was bidding a fond (cough, cough) farewell to, shall I say, “certain” units, “thrilled” at the opportunity next semester would bring. It doesn’t seem like a whole semester has passed since these emotional partings. And it certainly doesn’t feel as though I’ve had an entire semester’s worth of knowledge bestowed upon me. Yet, here we are. Hence arises the anxiety that is week 13.