C-C-College Time// My Adventures in Drinking

So apologies for not updating for a few days, things have been off the rails with trying to pack then re-pack then unpack then stop boxes breaking and hugging and all that goes on when you move back to college after the holidays. I can definitely say I am excited for 2nd year this year, but apparently I'm not supposed to show feelings of happiness so I'll be like my peers and say "yeah it's cool" in a nonchalant way.

Last night was Tropicana night and I actually don't remember that much but that's ok because I had fun, which is actually my point of going to college. It's not to get drunk or even tipsy, I just wanted to have fun and laugh and I did that. Gosh, I don't know what it is with other people who drink to just get smashed, because I had more fun dancing with friends.

Anyways, will try and update soon with a new article about artworks so get ready for that.

Cam xx

Market Day // The Student Struggle

It's a real treat to be able to watch all the freshmen at my university attend Market Day for the first time; it kind of gives you a perspective of how we all used to treat education in our first years. For those reading who are unable to comprehend what market day is, I want to take you on a journey. Close your eyes. Wait, no don't do that. 

Just imagine 20,000 students clambering over eachother to signup for clubs and societies at stalls, and then imagine these 'stalls' (whom promote UQ being a united environment) secretly judging eachother for how many freshmen are piled around the table. As you struggle away through the vortex of first years dressed in their fancy, designer clothes to make a first day impression, you begin to wonder which demon on this earth created Market Day. And then you see it: some art club that promotes political awareness of the local authorities. An invisible magnet turns on and begins pulling you towards them, and you struggle to get away. Within minutes the students have jumped on this rare chance for socialisation and have given you buttons, flyers, CD podcasts and somehow invoked a political awareness of LBQT rights. You turn to run and find yourself carried through a small group of college students, all dressed in their official colours and chanting about some sort of 'fresher dance' (Holla out to my college girls from Duschesne. Always remember, fries before guys.)  After all this turning about, you spot your stall in the flurry of activity. As your eyes fall upon the signup sheet sitting like a prized trophy, some sort of animal-predator instinct has erupted from within. You start shoving aside to get to the stall, but watch with dismay as they put up a sign saying "FULL". With bitter defeat looming, you manage to beg to the student executives of the club for one last spot, and manage to successfully leave an impression as they take down your name. Congratulations, you've survived Market Day.

I may have used slight hyperboles with this story, but it was no joke about the 20,000 students. It's that crazy. 

Anyway, that's all for story time today. Hope you all enjoyed xx

From Cam