"Hey, is that a new kid or something?"- Napoleon Dynamite
Dungeon is the first word that came to mind when I descended
down the stairwell to room E109. The fact that I had even made it this far was
an achievement in itself. Everyone, it seems, have these things called “smart phones”.
I, a lowly check-out chick, on the other hand possess what can only adversely be
described as a very “stupid phone”, a beast with the sending capabilities equivalent
to a sick carrier pigeon #firstworldproblems. So while I navigated around the
sandstone maze with my A1 sized map of the campus, I wondered how I was ever
going to fit in. Finally inside the Forgen Smith building, I descended to my
first ever JOUR1111 lecture and aside from looking like a hot mess (the sweaty, disgusting
kind of hot) I was doing ok, until I sat down.
What everyone else looked like on the first day .v. what I felt like.
While I collapsed in the closest chair, my free bag from O-Week fell to the floor and its contents lay strewn all over the aisle.
Great, now my homemade Vegemite sandwich was on display for all the class to
see. As I subtly scanned the perimeter to make sure no one saw, I noticed everyone looked very sophisticated, drinking
coffee and not being socially inept. In spite of all this I thought by the end of
the first day I would at least have 5 people I could call friends. I didn’t. To
my surprise, making friends is actually way harder than I remember. There was
no play dough to bond over, we didn’t get set time to skip merrily through
the Great Court, it was just you, the lecturer, and 200 other guys who didn’t
give a rats if you were there or not. The awkward first day conversation was
close to unbearable, so it was a welcome relief when the Dr. Redman actually
started speaking. This thought was quickly revoked when I learnt I had to
write a blog.
Eating my Vegemite sandwich from behind my laptop screen, away from the Subway eating judgers.
When it comes to blogs I’m pretty clueless. Blogs are something
I read only on occasion. This is due to the fact that I detest reading about stranger’s
animal allergies and irate whinging about the public transport system. Insignificant
details such as these not only bores but angers me. So my intention for the rest of
my blog is to enlighten my loyal readers (Dr. Redman and mum) about my
life as a journalism student with minimal depression and a whole lot of unrelated pictures.
I hope you enjoy. As I’ve mentioned, I’m pretty clueless about blogs so I don’t
know how one signs off without sounding pathetically mainstream. Solution, I collated
all the cliché ways to say goodbye and combined them, in turn going beyond
mainstream and becoming iNDY...
...And on that bombshell, the tribe has spoken, you are the
weakest link, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight.
From I'll-think-of-something-better-next-time.
