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Wednesday, February 27, 2008 @ 8:11 am
Macademia! (yum! cookies!) Okay, not talking about them actually, was just thinking about my Academic Orientation Day. (get it, get it?! academia? macademia??! yes, I scare myself sometimes too)
Right now, some very observant folks are going, 'hang on a moment, why's she not typing everything in a lowercase?' Elementary, my dear Watson. I have to get my gears running for my lectures which begin on Monday, gonna be typing a whole lot for my assignments, so I might as well get used to it now.
Today, as I mentioned above was Academic Orientation Day, where I woke up bright and early to sit in the thousand-seater Copland Theatre for my Commerce talk, learning one important lesson my Dean taught me: 'the commerce degree this university has to offer has the strictest entry requirements in the country, so all of you seated here are the best Australia has to offer and internationally, as well.'
*shiver me timbers!*
After which, I found myself at NAB enquiring about my VISA card which I have yet to receive, instead of at Murdoch Theatre for another talk on Academic Writing, which I will have to attend on Friday before heading to the airport to pick Bako up.
Lunch was at Nando's, where May and I laughed at our student card photos and our inability to look photogenic.
Microecons and Accounting introductions were fun, even if the guai lo beside me stole my answer and in the end, got a bar of chocolate thrown to him by the Microecons lecturer. It was cherry ripe flavour anyway - eek! I love our Accounting lecturer, positively hilarious!
I finally found my way to the theatre in Microbiology for my Creative Writing talk, being 5, 10 minutes late? I couldn't find the darn place, which was behind some dingy looking Medical Building. My lecturer was not too bad, he encouraged us to be creative and carry a journal everywhere, jot down ideas we have or sketch little snapshots. I just felt a bit weird when I looked around the whole theatre and found that I could count the number of Asian students with one hand. I think I felt my face burn beetroot. However, the lecturer was really encouraging, saying that in his years of teaching, he had come across students with bad writing, but never bad ideas. That sort of gave me a confidence boost, that and the lollies we all got when we left the theatre.
Stupid me left my newly purchased Creative Writing notes on the table outside the bookshop and I only realised that when I was at Tin Alley! (which is really far off) So, I shoved my iPod in my bag while I ran for the sake of my $20 I just basically threw down the gutter. Very very very luckily, I found it lying innocently on the table, stuffed it into my bag before anyone could come after me shouting, 'thief! Thief!'

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