Sydney is Seriously Saucy: Part Two

AH HAH. At last she gets herself together and writes the long anticipated second part. Uni. Right, well if you have talked to me recently then no doubt you have heard the entire sob story about my scary stalker. I would like to announce to him, as he very much could be reading this (though he would most likely be far too stupid to know what a blog is) that he should be kicked out of the building, now. Seriously though, what really happened was I rejected him and then he sent me these really horrible text messages and now I see him everywhere. There was a really strange call yesterday on my phone from a private number and it told me to go to the housing service to check up on some details so off I went and there he was. Suddenly the poor housing service had to be deprived of my details.

Anyway, last night I went to the Mardi Gras party for the resident students, ignored my stalker and bailed early to go to a broadway jazz dance lesson. One word: hot. Sydney really is seriously saucy.

I'm going to skim past all the O week stuff as quickly as I can. Please fasten your seat belts and put on your safety helmets with torches on the top.

Being late. First lesson I learnt at uni was, in my own mother's words: "the sign of a true uni student is that they can wake up after class starts and still get there on time!" First day of orientation and I was running an hour late but I still managed to arrive just as it was starting. You do the maths.

Plagiarism. If I have to hear that stupid word ever again... I swear it's the only word they know, you know them, the people that stand up and use plagiarised cliches to tell you not plagiarise.

Fluro name tags. We were all plastered with stickers with our name on them, colour coded for our different faculties. This was cleverly done as we were all gawking at each other's chests with such eloquence. During the morning tea break there was alot of awkward standing around looking for people with the same colour name tag as you. I found this process incredibly amusing, there were some girls in particular who looked so self conscious I thought they'd melt into a puddle. The boys were mostly in big awkward groups in which they'd all be looking over their shoulers, hand in their pockets and trying to appear like they have something better to do that they are currently not doing.

Joining clubs. On the Wednesday - the big O Day - which for some reason always reminds me of a donut, we were all salvaged on our paths to destruction by many stalls of people trying to get us to join their loving clubs. My favourites were: the pamphlet club, the australasian chinese european christian club, the young socialists (as they had a disagreement with one of my friends, true humour never fades) and the chocolate appreciation club.

Sore heads. Right, orientation at uni is quite often associated with getting smashed in order to get to know the other students. Trivia night was awesome, we came third, as half our team were sober. The "Historic and Cultural tour of the rocks" i.e the Pub Crawl was pretty good too. Then on friday night an 18th birthday party in which the host was so incredibly friendly he would get the girls to sit on his lap in order to ensure their comfort.

That's it. Glad that's over, it was starting to sound a bit aggressive.

First week of classes: My classes are awesome, 12 hours of class a week and a great timetable mostly of afternoon classes.

One more thing before I dissapear into the black abyss:

My flat mate is really nice, she is in her second year so she knows all the ropes and is very friendly.

Now I will leave you to ponder the answer to life, the universe and everything.

xoxo