Back to school

After deferring the whole of 2010 to find adventure in the great, wide somewhere part of me really thought that i would never ever go back to university. the thought was i would meet this amazing, fun, runway model we would elope and i would never need to go back to study. i would follow her around to her shows and offer support, love and encouragement. Alas, it was not to be.

After eighteen months i expected radical changes both physically to the buildings and attitude wise from my peers. Also not to be. The bus line up was long with a liquorice all-sorts of races telling stories of bottles of vodka and exaggerated bench presses.

I worked out the cheapest way to get to Asia. You buy a MyTicket2 from a 7/11 and jump on an 891 from Eddy Avenue. Voila!! I never realised i was an overseas student...

I have always had an issue with arrogance from people who had no right to be. it's odd when they don't really seem to have anything going for them. i had (i'm guessing an) engineering student walk past me and have a go at the Marxist trying to recruit some disciples. Uni should be all about smoking joints, late night drinking and standing up for causes (i am an arts student remember) and yet he took a shot at the person promoting an end to homophobia and homelessness. he sounded like such an arrogant wanker. i want to release a few bullies to UNSW to promote more 'real-life' situations and hierarchies. he would surely be a target.

One thing  i love to do at uni is just sit around and watch people rushing past, critiquing their style, guessing what course they do & deciding whether they would make an apt girlfriend for me. It is easy to pick the courses. You have the effortlessly cool, chic media and film studies students, the obnoxious arts students wanting to kick on to politics, the engineering students backing up from last night's star trek marathon and the overseas students doing accounting majors...

On point of style, i must say i am generally impressed with half and disgusted with the other half. there is an abundance of super cute dresses and cut off denims, but too many poorly fitted, ugly items too. Ray Bans are everywhere. and i love my wayfarers, i really do. but they don't really suit everyone and change might do the world some good. am looking forward to the circular, John Lennon styles coming back (which seems to be on its way) ... i'm ready.

Uni is not as scary now i am about 3 years older than everyone else in my class and (sort of) know my way around. and hey, it beats being at work 5 days a week. I think i am a little bit older, a little bit wiser and will hopefully be more willing to entertain everything that irritates me throughout the semester.