It’s all coming back to me.
Printing lecture notes, getting a student ID card, carrying an actual pencil case, logging in to your emails to find a string of overwhelming messages indicating that you should have done a lot more pre-reading for your lecture than you have actually done, that constant niggling feeling that you really should be doing something better than watching Netflix…
I’m back at uni. Postgrad style.
Although I have only been out of uni for two years, I feel as though it has given me enough time to adapt to the lifestyle where I get to go home from work and not have to do anything. No assignments, no study and no pre-reading (although, admittedly, I never did too much of that).
Despite being in a new place, a new home, a new uni and a new course, it was strange how some things felt the same. Walking past the waterfall on the lake and through the sandstone passages of Bond felt familiar to my alma mater, UQ. It was unexpectedly comfortable. The lecture rooms had the same barren walls, the same tech set ups and desk arrangements.
And yet, starting the day going for a walk along the beach, the intimacy of the class and the huge percentage of international students (North America, Europe, Asia, Africa, South America…) gave me the sense that something would be different this year. A sense that what I would learn as a Bondie living on the Gold Coast would certainly be far beyond the actual course content and placements.
Masters degree, here I come.