Completely Unnecessary

“Orientation” week started auspiciously today with my realization at 10:13am that it started at 10:00 and not at 2:00 as I had thought. Flinging my bag on my back, I ran to the uni, only to realize that I’d missed nothing except these key revelations:

1. The Prime Minister’s name is John Howard (shit, after this last week, even the Americans knew that)
2. Trams [,which are run on rails,] cannot swerve, and will hit you if you run in front of them.

Okay!

There are also compatriot dinners where you can meet other students from your country. Unless, hilariously, you happen to be from the US or Mexico. Everyone else seems to have dinner partners but us. The Canadians are lumped in with the Middle East and parts of Africa (naturally!), but no mention of a place for us other North Americans. Methinks any and all Mexicans studying at the uni (n=0) could probably get away with lumping themselves in with the Central and South Americans, but, alas, there is no place for the red, white, and blue. Granted, I probably wouldn’t have gone anyway (the whole point of this was to get away from you unwashed lot), but still.

If I’m understanding the four exhausting and frequently conflicting pamphlets I’ve been given, I will officially exist as a student tomorrow, complete with a class schedule and the ability to use the library. There’s even a graduate building (it’s actually quite lovely - built in 1888) that has wifi, a cafe, lounge, and a bar. Insanely, however, it costs about US 8c per page for printing. Apparently writing those 10,000 word essays is going to be costly as well. Good thing I don’t believe in first drafts!

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