I had my orientation at Swinburne today and, it kinda blew…
I don’t know what I was expecting – it’s been 18 years since I last set foot in a University and they were the heady days of the early 90s, painted by hallucinogens, dope, unrequited love, cheap port and bad drama productions. Things probably haven’t changed all that much, but I have (obviously – just ask my jeans). I just want to learn shit (lots and lots of SHIT) and skip the unsophistication of the overstuffed lounge chairs scattered out in the refectory and the disproportionate number of female students wearing pantyhose without skirts (clearly I have no problem with males doing this). Didn’t we go through this in 2009? Didn’t the people decide that knickers should never be seen under black nylon? Must have missed that memo.
Perhaps I’m being unfair. I could only stay for part of the day and only got a snapshot of what life at Swinburne is like (I promise to give my university rebirth a red hot go before I really get the claws out). Perhaps I’ve watched too much Good Will Hunting, or am comparing it unfavourably to my first experience as a drunk, shaggable Arts student. Maybe a part of me is yearning to BE that drunk, shaggable Arts student again (cough cough, let’s pretend that last phrase never happened, Husband) as I had one hell of a romping good time at the University of Queensland and met some of my favourite people on this earth there.
Two things happened during the day that were rather spiffing, though:
- One of the volunteers who was giving us a tour of the campus, asked me if I was coming to Uni straight from school. You could have heard the maniacal laughter in Wantirna. The School of Relentless Motherhood and Sleep Deprivation maybe (from which, I’ll have you know, I received an honorary Doctorate in Parenting. Honorary only because I was sleeping when it was awarded), but I’m sure that’s not what she meant. I wanted to kiss her. In a motherly way, you understand; and
- I discovered a dumpling shop ON CAMPUS. When I told Scout, her eyes nearly plopped out of her head. Is it bad to get slivers of pleasure by making your 6 year old daughter jealous?
OK, this is probably the shittest photo EVER, but you get the picture. The place sells dumplings, dumplings and more dumplings. Oh I’m sorry, where was I? Oh yes, learning Shit.
The campus feels very next-Gen with its free wifi, 24-hour access to the library’s study spaces and breakout rooms. I think all that is spot-on. I may be Generation-X but I get the Next-Gen approach. No really, I do. I have no choice – my Husband is a geek and I worked for a company that bends over backwards to cater to its Next-Gen staff. But this going back to study lark is a massive shift for me. Maybe a purchase of black Voodoos and pink knickers will help. Jury. Out.
Have you gone back to study after years in the workforce or at home?