“So how does one (and by one I mean me, for the most part) answer the question “What excites me most about going to La Trobe?” Well, after spending a year doing pretty much anything I wanted, though I spent the majority of the time on the computer gaining weight, the thought of attending university fills me with dread. In a number of ways.
First, I think of all the people going who will be cooler, smarter, more attractive, with nicer breath and an actual fashion sense… People who are generally going to be better than me. I think of them, and hide under my sheets in a flurry of anti-socialism. Then I think of all the time that could be spent watching movies and seeing friends instead of sitting in a classroom or lecture theatre or what have you, actually learning something. Would I concentrate? Or would I just stare out the window, mentally writing a Django Unchained fanfic?
Then there’s my work. Sure, it’s only one day a week, but that one day allows me to indulge in stupid purchases! Like $5 movies from the Reject Shop, or the latest Eurovision CD! Also, in order to satisfy my boss and have at least one week day free, I need to be able to create the perfect timetable for me, that allows me time for work, movies and study.
Which brings me to my next problem. In order to create a timetable, one has to navigate the unimaginable labyrinth which is… the La Trobe website!
Days I spent (well, hours) roaming the site trying to find out what day the tutorial selections would be open. After checking the site map twice and winding up on the same pages with the same unhelpful information (and then ending up on the Monash website for some reason) I came to only one conclusion. Wait until orientation.
So that is my philosophy now. I am going to wait, and see what happens. With all my worry about the material and financial parts of the coming year, I haven’t had time to think about the actual subjects I will be taking. And they should really be in the forefront of my mind, except they aren’t.
I suppose I should finish this with what I am looking forward to, and the answer is I don’t know. That sounds like a cheap way to get out of answering the question, and it is. But I honestly don’t know how to answer. I know I’m not looking forward to exams, but then again who is. I am looking forward to being away from the house more. I pretty much wasted my gap year.
In the end, I’m mostly looking forward to getting my education over and done with, which is probably not the best way to look at it. But who knows? I might enjoy myself. I may even learn something along the way. (God, that was a cheesy ending!)”
So that was written about a month before orientation, what has happened since then? Well, I lost my job. Hooray. I’ll probably be looking for a new one at some point in the (very) distant future. It’s now just past week 2, and how are things looking? I am glad to say that most of my professors do seem to be slightly eccentric, which will hopefully mean that the classes are interesting. The campus is still rather confusing at times, and I did manage to lose one of my history lectures, but I found it in the end. Same with my English tutorial, which for some reason was put in a corner in one of the university residencies, with no aircon. Woe is me!
Woe is me even more for I have chosen subjects that rely heavily on reading! Most of it I didn’t do for week 2. …Oh well. Though here’s a tip for those trying to cram at the last minute, don’t try to study when you have a hangover. It really isn’t worth it. Next week (I have a feeling I’ll be saying that a lot) I’ll get all the reading done… maybe. The good thing is that I am excited by at least something in each of my subjects. And in a couple I even made some acquaintances! Maybe for once I won’t start somewhere forever alone!
But despite all this excitment and reading, there is one thing about university that I will always hate. The buses. The first time I took the bus home I had flashbacks to high school, of the over-crowded buses because there was only one that went in the direction you needed, of being squashed up against people who you would rather be standing 50 metres away from, and of trying to get off without looking stupid while carrying a saxophone case. Although this time, the bus was larger, the company generally cleaner and I gave up the sax years ago. But it is still by far the worst aspect of university that I have come across! And I doubt it will be beat!
Now, I must go. There is some reality television that needs my attention. Farewell, readers! I hope your adventures in public transport are nicer than mine.