Sydney Life

“Hey beautiful…the back door’s open”, a mobile phone and a slip of the thumb was all it took to land Warnie back in the boiler with Simone. The next minute, the story’s been sold to tabloids and we once again hear of the exploits of one amorous thumb that possibly finds more pleasure in pushing the wrong buttons than doing anything else. But the problem of the messaging slip, like the Freudian slip or any other slip, strikes us mere mortals too. We, like the lusty gods of the media spectacle, need to flounder in our own pool of humiliation at times.

So I had an exam and I stopped writing in my blog and I stopped having fun which isn’t so good. One of my most cherished memories of Sydney is when my friend came up to me during STUVAC looking stressed, and said, “If I can’t handle exams, how am I going to raise a family?” (You know who you are!)

Comprising the most hours of all my subjects (6 hours a week), adjectives such as “serious”, “hefty”, or “very very time-consuming” may spring to mind. Orchestral Studies teaches one extremely valuable skills that will be useful throughout one's musical career. Social, business, economic, and time-management skills all stand to be gained by the penultimate eight semesters of Orchestral Studies required of a Conservatorium student.*

* Disclaimer: this blog isn't anywhere near as serious as the opening paragraph makes it sound...

With just over a month to go before my honours thesis is due (34 days to be exact – not that I’m counting), reality has hit. Smack bang in the middle of my head, in a mind-numbing way that only a 20, 000 word limit can. So, just like the flowers are emerging in the glorious weather of spring I thought I’d emerge from my hermit-like world to reflect a bit on honours - what it is, why people do it, and how on earth I got here.

‘All you need to do is make your way towards the journalist as quickly as possible’. There was no need to worry. It was only one of the single most important press conferences in the giant showdown that was APEC, and I was the microphone girl.

I spent much of last week swanning around the International Media Centre at the Sydney Convention and Exhibition Centre.

I had this grand illusion that once I started full time work, I would have so much money I wouldn’t know what to do with it. If I could survive quite easily on the measly uni student budget, then surely the notes would be flowing fast and furiously. Let me assure you, with my bank account as my witness, no such problem exists.

Well I've come good on my expectation of not keeping a weekly blog - some work came out of nowhere and I switched on to "say no to fun" mode. Anyway, nothing too exciting happened to me since nothing exciting happens to people in libraries (that could be a proverb). Well unless you read an amazing book, change your life and go on to change the world. But that's probably not going to happen to you - because as Happy Bunny says, "It worries me how dumb you are."