This is why. Try and deny my logic. I dare you to. Read more
So kids, if you are an International student like me you would probably have a tongue twister of a unique name and a fruit salad of a mixed accent. Also you would probably have a choreographed story about how you moved to Australia for further studies and managing the life away from your family. After a while, it becomes a repetitive routine that you are obliged to follow. But it is a story worth preserving as it becomes the cornerstone for the stories to come.
Okay, so what I’m about to say may scare some of you…….Uni holidays are just around the corner! Life just goes so quickly (I’m sure most of you would agree)! And I couldn’t be happier, not only does it mean I’m one step closer to finishing my degree, but that I get to escape from the family friends I live with!
Moving from Bundaberg, I couldn’t afford my own unit or apartment straight away and all of my friends who also moved had somewhere to live, so I was left with choice to live with distant family who I barely know or live with close family friends. Thinking it would be a good idea, I chose to live with the family friends. But… what a bad decision that was.
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…”
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:
Thinking of moving out? Read this first!
One of the most daunting things about beginning university, whether you’ve just left high school or have been out for a few years, is considering where you’ll live when you begin your studies. Make no mistake, when done right, student life can be the greatest years of your life. However, it can also be a living hell if you fall behind on your classes, isolate yourself, stop going to class, and don’t take care of yourself in general. And a big part of that is where you’re staying.
You have to think about your living arrangements. Where are you going to stay? Are you going to keep living with your parents, or move out and give the living independent thing a shot? Read more
My shower is slowly turning into a bath. As in, the bottom of the shower is literally filling up with water every time any of us try to use it. It does drain away, eventually, so that it’s really very easy to ignore for an extended period of time. And that, to be honest, is probably the worst part. If, like me, you’re the kind of person who relies on steaming hot water to transform you into a rational human being every morning, and in your hazy state you forget all about it, you’ll end up flooding the bathroom. Read more
I don’t quite know what got me through my first year of university, so perhaps I’m not the best person to be giving out advice on how to do it. But seeing as I’m currently in my second year and loving it maybe there’s a few thing I’ve picked up that’ll give you a hand. So here’s my top ten tips for surviving your first year. You were warned.
I like to think of my first year at uni as time spent learning what not to do. They say that when you make mistakes you’re supposed to learn a lesson, and I’ve certainly learned a few so far. The result: I’m a better student for it. I didn’t have to learn all my lessons the hard way though, talking to people and making new buddies gave me access to a plethora of advice and nightmare stories, so I was clued in on a few things before some crucial mistake-making opportunities. Because I’m a firm believer in that old adage, ‘what goes around comes around’, I’d like to share a few of those key pieces of advice with you.