At the moment I live in a world of chalk dust and footpath art. It is a lovely yet hectic land which I like to think I stroll through with the air of a flâneur, enjoying the smell of fresh paint in the Graffiti Tunnel and watching piles of printed propaganda float by in the breeze.
Oh yes, it is Union election time again.
Not one to be encumbered by my growing list of not-so-private crushes, I add another Mr Darcy to the fold.
The lights on the porch were just right, enough to see the glass you are drinking from but not the pores of the person you are talking to. There was a bunch of relaxed looking students enjoying their weekend in the best way possible, with a crispy snag rolled in a fluffy piece of bread. I sidled up to the evening’s host to get some clarification about the guests that I didn’t know.
D: “So who’s that guy?”
H: “Oh he’s the neo-realist.”
If you had told me in second year that there would be a time in my university life that I would make it through four weeks of semester having only visited Manning Bar twice, I would have laughed in the face of your naivety. Manning was my second home, for lazy lunches in the sunshine, afternoons that drift into evenings on the balcony, or concerts & club events that rock the stage. I knew the tech guys, the bar manager, the Access office crew, and the guy who booked the gigs. You could go alone and know there’d be someone there to talk to. We’d catch up and joke about our growing qualification… a Masters in Manning.
Sometimes you don't really believe that there are many others who think like you. Then you get 26 applications from fellow law students to join you on the SULS Social Justice and Equity Committee...
Talk to someone. That’s the best solution. Let’s face it guys, uni can be a tough time. It’s not always going to be easy. Sometimes things will get the better of you – whether it’s paid work, academic work, friends, family, or just not being able to do what you want at times. Unless you have an abnormally sunny disposition, almost all of us go through these kinds of moments, but we don’t have to dwell on them all by ourselves. Problems can be fixed, and there are people to help. Welcome to the world of university counsellors.
February is a very gay month in Sydney. It is Mardi Gras season again, which features a month-long festival of lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and queer cultures in Sydney. And this year, Mardi Gras Festival sprinkles its rainbow glitter all over Sydney University...
Coffee today, is what The Movies were in the 90s: the perfect event for socialising with friends, inviting someone for a casual date or going alone for some "Me time". University life revolves around coffee and the cafe scene.
The takers of the world. How do they live with themselves?
After three weeks of great events, the Verge Arts Festival comes to a close.
With faculty reviews, concerts, exhibitions, awards, radio broadcasting and a screening of Harry Potter in the main quad, Verge has become an unmissable event in the student calendar.
Sydney Uni LIVE! A fun filled day of frollicking amongst the sandstone. It's actually the only day of the year where I don't feel a twinge of guilt walking on the grass in the Main Quad. Then again, I am mildly obsessive compulsive.
As an Honours student, I have devoted a sizeable chunk of my year to studying in Fisher Library.
I use the computer labs there, I search for books there, I look up journal articles online, and as an added bonus, I am able to order books from other libraries if the Fish doesn't carry them.
This process is called Document Delivery, and today, I'm going to tell you all about the man who runs the DD show: Rod.
You meet a lot of new people at uni. A lot. There are so many opportunities to make friends and you may hear this from many of us bloggers. Simon’s post on it is interesting, though I have to say he may be denying himself some opportunities when he rejects outing invitations claiming he’s already scheduled to do work. Homework. On a Monday night. In Week 3. Scheduled.
Nevertheless, to help you begin to understand the vast number of people you meet, get to know, and see, on a regular basis or not, I’ve developed a hierarchy. Here goes...
#1. I still count on my fingers sometimes. And I get stuck on my 9 times tables.
I like to think that I am a pretty accepting guy (except when it comes to cockroaches). I hate discrimination and when I see it in society I think it is everyone's duty to bring attention to it, address the cause of the issue and help society heal the wounds of prejudice. That is why I have become a champion for a new cause, for a group of students on campus that have no voice. They walk among us, they are our friends, but to this day they carry a heavy burden of oppression. They are the superheroes of this world, the men and women who carry great power, and with that power comes great responsibility, but without support from the government or a designated space on campus.
I went to the same school as Ben Lee. Although I cannot claim that I remember him, or even spoke to him, we did indeed walk through the same gates every day for a year and would have attended the same boring school assemblies. That alone is enough of a cause for me to boast. And now I have moved on to someone bigger and better. I can now boast about a Sydney Uni law graduate for whom I have utter admiration – Mr. Tim Freedman.
For many people out there looking good is important. To achieve their desired look they'll spend hours working on their body; hair face etc., and many more hours shopping, accessorising and the rest of it. Around campus there are people with many different looks and with varying degrees. The easiest, cheapest, laziest most surprising look however, is the couldn't care, couldn't be bothered.
It certainly isn't the most interesting look but recent experience has proven that it gets more head turns than the majority of other looks.
It is however, important to consider the natural enimies of the couldn't care look....
So you’ve stumbled across my humble blogging site. There are so many different blogging sites to choose from, and I feel honoured that you have chosen mine. Welcome and thank you. But this means I have to stand out from the crowd. I have to be funny, entertaining and dazzle you with my dazzling smile (oh if only you could see me grinning away!)
Lauren’s Chronicle of the Rich and Famous at Uni has spurred me onto drop names too, so here I go, people I think you should know at Uni!
My friend, Lucy, is adamant that there are certain people at Sydney Uni whom everyone knows. She calls these people, 'campus identities.' I have been somewhat convinced by her argument: there are certain faces that seem to always be around. While I'm no campus identity myself, I do know a few. And though I can't reveal their names, the descriptions might be enough to get those cogs ticking when you start in first semester....
