HI TERTIARY EDUCATION HI HI HI
Feb. 20th, 2008 07:53 pmO Day today. I mean, technically it's O Week but all the clubs and societies and things are out in full force for one day only. Then Friday will be O Festival which is... I have no idea, but there will be free sausages. There were supposed to be free sausages today but, alas, by the time I found them they were all gone. So I just had some bread and ketchup. What?
First thing I went to my Faculty Orientation. I was supposed to meet Girl November but we sort of missed each other due to lateness and ended up showing up separately. There were speeches from coordinators and librarians and counselors (not Hugo, thankfully, I don't think I could have sat through another round of stammering anecdotes) and also older students. First up was Puppy Boy, who was sort of adorably earnest and rambly and made NO SENSE. His advice, I think, was "turn up." Then a sort of nerdy international studies girl who went on and on about how awesome Germany is. She advised us to buy year planners. It went on thus. The only senior student who gave us the sort of useful advice one would expect from experienced students was a dude called Elias, who had quite a thick accent but informed us that the building across the green had really freezing aircon all the time and we should bring a jumper.
After the lecture I finally found Girl November and we wandered around the stalls for a bit. So many clubs! So many societies! The Student Association! The i heart UTS club! The Broadway organic fruit co-op! DOUTS, TROUTS and OUTS! Eleven different Christian associations! The Salad Bowl! So much excitement!
At some point during the wandering I lost a November and gained a Puffin, and also briefly ran into Amy, which was odd since she does not go to UTS. Then Poppy, who also does not go to UTS, came and hung out with us. The lecturer for the Oral Presentation Skills seminar yesterday turned out o be her dad, lol. I did not recognise him. That happened to me a lot today, as well! My memory just kind of fails. Two or three times I went up to join a club and the person behind the table would be all "Don't I know you?" or "You look familiar!" and I'd have to just sort of go "..." which was. Not that awkward, because mostly I'd then just go "Oh yeah, that's right, hahaha." Whether or not I actually remember them, because, you know. This happens to me all the time.
We got free stuff from all the random folks handing out free stuff, usually in free environment-friendly bags, and sat on the uni's one and only lawn to go through it, to the lilting sounds of construction equipment. Student newspaper, soy chips, a zillion pamphlets, keyring, banana flavoured condom, discount vouchers, and best of all - a tiny tiny matchbox full of tiny tiny matches. They are totally adorable! I don't even remember where I got them from! One of the multitude of green-bags had a balloon attached. Mine popped when I tried to balance my hat on it, and Puffin's deflated so much that she offered the remainder to Poppy for voicebox related hilarity.
All jokes aside, uni is so exciting. I was completely wired today, I must have been rambling like a fool! I'm joining TROUTS, the theatre group, and the Outdoor Ativities Club which has kayaking and mountain climbing and awesomeness, and the meditation group because let's face it I could probably use a little calmitude. OUTS is the queer association, and that was a bit odd because I think I was expecting it to be more like The Internet, probably because most people in RL so far have tended to talk around gay stuff, or about individual relationships which read pretty much the same regardless. You may have noticed that UTS societies are fond of using clever acronyms - the music group is called MUSCUTS (har har). There's also a very odd group called "Sufi" - I asked what that was all about and the girl was all like "oh we have movie nights and you know stuff" and I was like "okay but what do you DO" and she gave me a leaflet that DID NOT EXPLAIN ANYTHING IN THE SLIGHTEST. It kept going on about Sufism being a Way, or a Path, and something about fulfillment. NOO EJ LA. There were also a lot of political booths - Communists! Greenies! The ALP! The Liberal booth had big pictures of Brendon Nelson all over the place. That's really inspiring, guys. Incidentally, how about this, then?
Oh, I had a totally snappy ending to this post, but I've become distracted by the SBS gay marriage debate that my mum's watching. It's such a train wreck, two old white dudes failing to address each others' points and spouting rhetoric instead of logic. Now they're interrupting each other. Ow, it's actually painful.
Um, in conclusion, uni is AWESOME and politics SUCKS and I'm going to bed. FFS.
First thing I went to my Faculty Orientation. I was supposed to meet Girl November but we sort of missed each other due to lateness and ended up showing up separately. There were speeches from coordinators and librarians and counselors (not Hugo, thankfully, I don't think I could have sat through another round of stammering anecdotes) and also older students. First up was Puppy Boy, who was sort of adorably earnest and rambly and made NO SENSE. His advice, I think, was "turn up." Then a sort of nerdy international studies girl who went on and on about how awesome Germany is. She advised us to buy year planners. It went on thus. The only senior student who gave us the sort of useful advice one would expect from experienced students was a dude called Elias, who had quite a thick accent but informed us that the building across the green had really freezing aircon all the time and we should bring a jumper.
After the lecture I finally found Girl November and we wandered around the stalls for a bit. So many clubs! So many societies! The Student Association! The i heart UTS club! The Broadway organic fruit co-op! DOUTS, TROUTS and OUTS! Eleven different Christian associations! The Salad Bowl! So much excitement!
At some point during the wandering I lost a November and gained a Puffin, and also briefly ran into Amy, which was odd since she does not go to UTS. Then Poppy, who also does not go to UTS, came and hung out with us. The lecturer for the Oral Presentation Skills seminar yesterday turned out o be her dad, lol. I did not recognise him. That happened to me a lot today, as well! My memory just kind of fails. Two or three times I went up to join a club and the person behind the table would be all "Don't I know you?" or "You look familiar!" and I'd have to just sort of go "..." which was. Not that awkward, because mostly I'd then just go "Oh yeah, that's right, hahaha." Whether or not I actually remember them, because, you know. This happens to me all the time.
We got free stuff from all the random folks handing out free stuff, usually in free environment-friendly bags, and sat on the uni's one and only lawn to go through it, to the lilting sounds of construction equipment. Student newspaper, soy chips, a zillion pamphlets, keyring, banana flavoured condom, discount vouchers, and best of all - a tiny tiny matchbox full of tiny tiny matches. They are totally adorable! I don't even remember where I got them from! One of the multitude of green-bags had a balloon attached. Mine popped when I tried to balance my hat on it, and Puffin's deflated so much that she offered the remainder to Poppy for voicebox related hilarity.
All jokes aside, uni is so exciting. I was completely wired today, I must have been rambling like a fool! I'm joining TROUTS, the theatre group, and the Outdoor Ativities Club which has kayaking and mountain climbing and awesomeness, and the meditation group because let's face it I could probably use a little calmitude. OUTS is the queer association, and that was a bit odd because I think I was expecting it to be more like The Internet, probably because most people in RL so far have tended to talk around gay stuff, or about individual relationships which read pretty much the same regardless. You may have noticed that UTS societies are fond of using clever acronyms - the music group is called MUSCUTS (har har). There's also a very odd group called "Sufi" - I asked what that was all about and the girl was all like "oh we have movie nights and you know stuff" and I was like "okay but what do you DO" and she gave me a leaflet that DID NOT EXPLAIN ANYTHING IN THE SLIGHTEST. It kept going on about Sufism being a Way, or a Path, and something about fulfillment. NOO EJ LA. There were also a lot of political booths - Communists! Greenies! The ALP! The Liberal booth had big pictures of Brendon Nelson all over the place. That's really inspiring, guys. Incidentally, how about this, then?
Oh, I had a totally snappy ending to this post, but I've become distracted by the SBS gay marriage debate that my mum's watching. It's such a train wreck, two old white dudes failing to address each others' points and spouting rhetoric instead of logic. Now they're interrupting each other. Ow, it's actually painful.
Um, in conclusion, uni is AWESOME and politics SUCKS and I'm going to bed. FFS.
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