Day One
After weeks of randomly kinda crap weather, Melbourne manages to pull off a 32 degree day for the first day of study at uni. This ensured, that without fail, and in keeping with every other first day I've been at uni for, there was a veritable landslide of cleavage and leg on show.
With me smugly sniggering from behind the darkest of sunglasses, I got to sit there and watch piles of scantily clad late teens living it up for the start of their soon-to-be a burden university life. My rampant cynicism aside, it should be pointed out that the guys get around in the nonexistent clothing as much as the girls, there were more than a few dudes dressed in tank tops and singlets today.
I like to think that first year guys in tank tops just love to pretend they are still part of the jock group at high school now they are at uni (my uni isn't know for taking only the best and brightest).
"These leather pants make me too cool for school."
I was never a first year tank top wearing guy, I was more a "I've just been on public transport for 90 minutes - I cannot see the point in studying any of this stuff and all I want to do is sleep" kinda guy.
Great weather aside, the first few weeks of uni always manage to become a parade of poorly thought out and inappropriate fashions. It must be said, I've got nothing against the skin sideshow at uni. What I find amusing is the short period of time before the typical "Supre clad tartlet who air kisses" becomes the "tired looking former high school student who never knew this uni shit would be such a drain on my finances and sleep patterns."
She's somewhere between the two stages.
My uni has been designed to put the carparks as far away from the classes as is physically possible - supre clad tartlets don't wear high heels for more than a few days before they get the message.
The girls wear high heels people. To Uni. It's not the suburban nightclub you started going to in Year 12. You don't get to dance around your handbags and then snob drunk blokes in your tutes girls.
No seriously, the start of uni was one of the most frustrating and terrifying and boring times of my life - I just tend to look at their spooked exuberance with a little bit of a "you don't know the half of it kids" attitude.
I do this for two reasons, primarily because then I get to feel superior to them despite the fact they are youthful and good looking and i'm older and 'rounding'; and secondly, I do it because..... well I only do it for one reason.
With me smugly sniggering from behind the darkest of sunglasses, I got to sit there and watch piles of scantily clad late teens living it up for the start of their soon-to-be a burden university life. My rampant cynicism aside, it should be pointed out that the guys get around in the nonexistent clothing as much as the girls, there were more than a few dudes dressed in tank tops and singlets today.
I like to think that first year guys in tank tops just love to pretend they are still part of the jock group at high school now they are at uni (my uni isn't know for taking only the best and brightest).
"These leather pants make me too cool for school."
I was never a first year tank top wearing guy, I was more a "I've just been on public transport for 90 minutes - I cannot see the point in studying any of this stuff and all I want to do is sleep" kinda guy.
Great weather aside, the first few weeks of uni always manage to become a parade of poorly thought out and inappropriate fashions. It must be said, I've got nothing against the skin sideshow at uni. What I find amusing is the short period of time before the typical "Supre clad tartlet who air kisses" becomes the "tired looking former high school student who never knew this uni shit would be such a drain on my finances and sleep patterns."
She's somewhere between the two stages.
My uni has been designed to put the carparks as far away from the classes as is physically possible - supre clad tartlets don't wear high heels for more than a few days before they get the message.
The girls wear high heels people. To Uni. It's not the suburban nightclub you started going to in Year 12. You don't get to dance around your handbags and then snob drunk blokes in your tutes girls.
No seriously, the start of uni was one of the most frustrating and terrifying and boring times of my life - I just tend to look at their spooked exuberance with a little bit of a "you don't know the half of it kids" attitude.
I do this for two reasons, primarily because then I get to feel superior to them despite the fact they are youthful and good looking and i'm older and 'rounding'; and secondly, I do it because..... well I only do it for one reason.
posted by The Student at 10:27 PM
4 Comments:
I can only agree with you. Some people just don't get it, or won't get it, until they experience some things for themselves, such as lack of social life and sleep deprivation due to a reality check.
Ahhh, reality checks.
I may and slip in a few Reality Bites references as this blog goes on.
Students in my tutes are lucky if I've even showered before turning up to Uni.
Obviously, I had no choice but to enrol in 9am starting classes this semester.
T'is Ok though 'cause my just-woke-up-hair makes me fit right in with the feral would-be-musician, dreadlocked Arts students camping out in the Uni bar.
this is tops. i am nearly done reading it all. so glad you are writing again... RAWK!
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