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

Words to Keep in Your Pocket

Ask any writer what their favorite word is, and I can guarantee you they will construct some quizzical word that has 7 syllables and is not in the standard English dictionary. The  reason for this is purely because large words can titillate the tongue of an author; the words roll off the lips and they sound incredibly fancy. But my god is it annoying when they rattle off a cacophony of preposterous and ostentatious letters just to sound 'mature' (yes that was purposely put together. Calm down.)

So if you want to be like these writers who seem to find some kind of revelation in defining a huge vocabulary, then I have just the list for you. Presenting, a list of words to keep in your pocket to-use-at-innapropriate-yet-classy-as-hell-times:

#1. Quiescent - a quiet, soft-spoken soul.

#2. Chimerical - merely imaginary; fanciful. 

#3. Susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound. 

#4. Raconteur - one who excels in story-telling. 

#5. Clinquant - glittering; tinsel-like. 

#6. Aubade - a song greeting the dawn. 

#7. Ephemeral - lasting a very short time.