Sydney Life

Before I properly start this blog, I should probably put a disclaimer here. THIS BLOG HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SIZE OF MY BUTT. Nor is it a lengthy thesis deploring the conflicting messages young girls receive from mass media. It’s not about Jordan’s surgically enhanced chest, or ‘Super-Sized’ meals from McDonalds, or the physical differences between violins and violas. It’s about going to an itsy bitsy, teeny weeny (but not yellow or polka-dotted) University.

In two words, it’s fantastic! Now let me tell you why…

Walking down one of the many corridors this week, I was stopped suddenly by one of the Harmony lecturers.

“Liisa! I’ve got to tell you this joke, I know you'll love it. How do you test the theory that a grasshopper’s ears are in it’s legs?”

After trying for a sufficient amount of time to work out how I would go about testing this fascinating theory, I shrugged. “I don’t know, how?”

The lecturer could hardly contain his pent-up hilarity. “You rip off it’s legs, tell it to jump, and see what happens!” Both of us laughed uproariously, causing quite a scene, he clapped me on the shoulder, and we went our separate ways.

Now, whilst there is nothing all that remarkable about this conversation, if we go back to HSC English and take a moment to deconstruct it, we can see that the scenario described almost perfectly conveys the benefits of a small University. Not only did this lecturer know my name and stop in the hallway to chat – he also remembered my particular penchant for appalling jokes. Would this ever happen over on main campus?

Being at a small uni means that it’s pretty easy to find someone to talk to – there’ll always be someone sitting up at the music café who knows one of your friend’s friend’s… And as one acquaintance of mine pointed out – “Everyone at the Con is either really nice or really weird. So you can pretty much talk to anyone without feeling like an idiot.” My first two weeks here have confirmed that sentiment, in the nicest way possible. After all, at what other establishment would the aforementioned Harmony lecturer and I find such a captive audience for our extensive repartee of lame jokes?

By the way, what’s white and stands in the corner?
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A naughty fridge!