Can't touch me!

I have morphed into a Uni Student^tm..

Just a few course and subject information sessions, some wandering around campus, getting my enrolment papers collected and stamped, my photo taken for an ID card, and a diary issued from an enormous pile on a desk in Wilson Hall...

And suddenly, I am Deep and Mature and Grown-up and Wise and Intellectual.

It might have to do with breathing 9 hours of university air yesterday during enrolment; or maybe the fibres from one of the chairs in the lecture theatres sticking to my butt sparked it off, but Something Has Happened. Somewhere along the way I have transfromed from a frightened, anxious, quivering year 12 student into a frightened, anxious, quivering Uni Student^tm.

Wow. So much er, Change. (god, my fingers are hurting from all the shift-capitalising)

It has started to affect my life in profound ways.

As a Uni Student^tm, I find my eyes have been widened, my horizons expanded. None more so than realising how diverse the student population is! Where great minds from all over the world meet, cloaked in bodies of different shapes, sizes, colours and smells. This quiet realisation was dampened only ever so slightly when I realised, upon reflection, that the 97% ang moh population couldn't really be indicative of this special diversity I was thinking I was seeing; after all, I was informed that the international students weren't on campus yesterday, and wouldn't be until mid-February. Hmmmmm. If the population overwhelmingly reflects the make-up of the government, the top levels in the arena of business, academics, science and techonology, media and sport in Australia (i.e because they are mostly white); does that you know, still count?

As a Uni Student^tm, I find myself honing skills that will stand me in good stead in the coming days. A really good example is my ability to procrastinate with the speech thing. Even though it was due to be e-mailed to the school coordinator on Friday, I found myself thinking, "You know, they can't really fault me for sending it in late by 1 2 3 4 days late, because I can always say that I only got back to Melbourne yesterday day after 3 4 days ago."

I've started to adopt the sleep patterns that a good Uni Student^tm should have. Sleeping at 3am, and getting up at 2pm to rush to make it for the second half of the third lecture of the day seems like it will be chicken feet, thanks to the good training I have subjected myself to. Fine ok, sleeping at 3am seems a bit weak, but two days before, I slept at 6 am!! Impressed? It's back to screwed-up-body-clock-recovering-from-London-days, and even clubbing/getting-drunk-at-elaine's-house days! My body is subversively resisting the false and unfairly-imposed 'early-to-bed, early-to-rise' attitude that permeates our society, right down to the grassroots! How's that for you, Political Activist!

I've started to dress like a Uni Student^tm , or at least think like one with regards to style and fashion. When I went shopping with Becky and Leanne at Bridge Road, I eschewed a lot more of the nicer, prettier, more expensive things for an unmistakably Uni-sque $15 yellow cotton top with big brown hearts. I was also particularly sensitive to prices above $20, cringed when any light reflecting from glittery shoes and fabric entered my eyes, and felt calluses develop deep under my skin when anything more refined than cotton, polyester or hemp touched my skin.

And of course, my entertainment options reflect my new status as a Uni Student^tm. My only worry is that the South Park episodes that I've been watching over at youtube won't reflect my new intellectual depth. Isn't it all a little bit too high-brow?

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