On Wednesday I enrolled. Yes, I am again a student - an official student. An official uni student. That should scare me - and it does somedays, but funnily enough, today it doesn't seem to.
I was nervous before enrolling - I'm a chicken and so before I do anything new or different I get nervous. But, in the end, it all went very smoothly. I am now an RMIT student, who is one of nine just-finished year 12s in the course, and one of 22 students in the course. It is about the same size as a high school class, so it sounds pretty manageable for me. The scariest thing is that 13 of the students are mature aged, which will be quite different for me. And there could be boys - shock horror! I haven't actually been in classes with the opposite sex since primary school because I went to an all-girls high school - so that will take some getting used to.
And I am moving out in a few weeks - another new and exciting thing!! I move to a tiny little room, with shared facilities, but it should be fun! I will be able to do stuff for myself, but I suppose that can also be "I will have to to do stuff for myself", and also be selective about what I take. After I enrolled I went to check out the place. I will be on the 11th floor with a bit of a view. The building is a 'U' shape, and my room is in the part that can see the building, with a bit of a view out the side of the window - I must post a picture once I move in. I am incredibly excited about movin! Megs has said she will stay with me sometimes, so that will be exciting!!
Yes, I really am excited about moving - on with life!!
27.1.06
19.1.06
time for a big-en...
It's about time I caught up this blog with my life, not that there is all that much to write about except the daily activities of an 18 on holidays and planning for university. I know I promised something of substance, something imaginative... I will get there at some stage. Again, I make a promise I will try another day. But it is late and I just feel like writing about the daily goings-on in my life.
I came back from a little family holiday yesterday. We went to a homestead my aunty has just take over. It is beautiful! Luscious gardens, great expanses of nothing but nature, and time to myself to do whatever I wanted. I walked around taking photos one day, then the next I just sat under a tree on the gorgeous green grass all day and read my (700 page) book. I took some night photos of star trails and playing with light (which I may scan and show at some stage). I did a bit of driving. I slept on an incredibly uncomfortable sofa bed (which I ended up ignoring the last night, when I put the foam mattress on the floor so I didn't have metal bars digging into my hip). I relaxed and I enjoyed myself. It was a night little holiday, that's for certain!
While I was away I also got accepted into my university course. I was one of nine year 12 students to get a place - for a total of 22 places. I was so happy about it. I enrol next Wednesday and move on the 18th of February. Most of my friends got what they wanted to! I was excited for them about as much as I was excited for me!
I still have to remind myself (though this will sound dumb) that I really have moved on from high school. In two weeks (when high school goes back) I won't have to get up early to get my school uniform on and go to the start of year assembly. I am no longer a high school student. I am a university student - and it is scaring me silly! I just can't seem to get my head around it.
It may not really be such a big deal to other people, but I wasn't the student who waited for year 12 to come so she could leave. I was the scared, shy unadveturous student who was quite happy staying at high school because she new that (normally) five out of seven days she would get up and put her school uniform on before going to a very well-known, and safe environment. I had all my friends there, I had lovely teachers and I enjoyed the environment. I didn't become excited about university until recently when I realised that I had to think of it as an adventure rather than a fucking scary new part of my life that I might not handle - because the number of people who have succeeded in growing up is phenomenal.
I have to believe I can succeed. I just have to.
I will be moving out of home. Looking after myself. Getting to classes, and getting home from classes by myself. I will be catching the train to visit my family only on weekends and holidays. I won't be with them for breakfast and dinner and a lot of time in between, like I am used to. I will have to create my own new world, though I know the old one will still be there if I need it. And I'm sure I will. I mean, to be completely candid, I cried every night for the first week of high school because growing up just scared me so damn much.
I am a wuss. I am a sook. I am not courageous.
But I can do something if I put my mind to it. So that is what I am going to have to do. Face everything head on, and deal with it the best way I can come up with.
I just have to, because this is life. And it isn't going to just be easy or simple if I want it too. I have to try my hardest and live. Live each day if I must. But I will do it.
I am determined.
I came back from a little family holiday yesterday. We went to a homestead my aunty has just take over. It is beautiful! Luscious gardens, great expanses of nothing but nature, and time to myself to do whatever I wanted. I walked around taking photos one day, then the next I just sat under a tree on the gorgeous green grass all day and read my (700 page) book. I took some night photos of star trails and playing with light (which I may scan and show at some stage). I did a bit of driving. I slept on an incredibly uncomfortable sofa bed (which I ended up ignoring the last night, when I put the foam mattress on the floor so I didn't have metal bars digging into my hip). I relaxed and I enjoyed myself. It was a night little holiday, that's for certain!
While I was away I also got accepted into my university course. I was one of nine year 12 students to get a place - for a total of 22 places. I was so happy about it. I enrol next Wednesday and move on the 18th of February. Most of my friends got what they wanted to! I was excited for them about as much as I was excited for me!
I still have to remind myself (though this will sound dumb) that I really have moved on from high school. In two weeks (when high school goes back) I won't have to get up early to get my school uniform on and go to the start of year assembly. I am no longer a high school student. I am a university student - and it is scaring me silly! I just can't seem to get my head around it.
It may not really be such a big deal to other people, but I wasn't the student who waited for year 12 to come so she could leave. I was the scared, shy unadveturous student who was quite happy staying at high school because she new that (normally) five out of seven days she would get up and put her school uniform on before going to a very well-known, and safe environment. I had all my friends there, I had lovely teachers and I enjoyed the environment. I didn't become excited about university until recently when I realised that I had to think of it as an adventure rather than a fucking scary new part of my life that I might not handle - because the number of people who have succeeded in growing up is phenomenal.
I have to believe I can succeed. I just have to.
I will be moving out of home. Looking after myself. Getting to classes, and getting home from classes by myself. I will be catching the train to visit my family only on weekends and holidays. I won't be with them for breakfast and dinner and a lot of time in between, like I am used to. I will have to create my own new world, though I know the old one will still be there if I need it. And I'm sure I will. I mean, to be completely candid, I cried every night for the first week of high school because growing up just scared me so damn much.
I am a wuss. I am a sook. I am not courageous.
But I can do something if I put my mind to it. So that is what I am going to have to do. Face everything head on, and deal with it the best way I can come up with.
I just have to, because this is life. And it isn't going to just be easy or simple if I want it too. I have to try my hardest and live. Live each day if I must. But I will do it.
I am determined.
16.1.06
i will...
I will blog.
When I get home I promise, I will write something with some substance. Something with some meaning. Something, maybe, with some creativeness.
Or maybe I will just write about me, because by me and about me doesn't ever equal creative.
But I will blog.
I promise.
When I get home I promise, I will write something with some substance. Something with some meaning. Something, maybe, with some creativeness.
Or maybe I will just write about me, because by me and about me doesn't ever equal creative.
But I will blog.
I promise.
4.1.06
holiday life...
Sometimes I like being on holidays - other times I don't. I love having time to do what I want, but I then end up doing the same things all the time which, in the end, becomes boring. I still have close to two months left of holidays - uni doesn't start until the 6th of March. But I do move on the 20th, so that's exciting. Actually, it had turned out that I will move out of my bedroom earlier. The story is, I promised my sister we would swap rooms when I move away (my room is bigger). But now she wants the room before high school starts for the year - and that is on the 2nd of February. So I move out of my room into her room at the end of January, then to Melbourne at the end of February. So I sort of go into limbo for a couple of weeks. It will be good though, because on weekends I will come home to my "new room", so I will have some time to get used to it, and get it the way I feel comfortable! That's a plus. And it will force me to get rid of some of my stuff - I just have to much stuff!! I don't know how I accumulated it all! I have started doing some cleaning out, but I still have a long way to go...
I have just discovered the most beautiful singer. A half Icelandic, half Italian singer/songwriter named Emiliana Torrini. Her music is mesmerising! It is haunting and beautiful and melodic and lovely! I got her CD for Christmas, after, not just hinting, but asking that someone get it for me - and I'm so glad I did. I have been listening to her all week, and she is wonderful! I'm sure that Jo would like her!
It was pointed out to me yesterday that I have neglected photography. Mum commented that she found it ammusing that since I got into my photography course for next year, I haven't really picked up a camera. I mean, I took a few family shots of Christmas day and played with my Aunty's new camera, but that is about it. I haven't added any new pictures to my website in ages, and I haven't used any film in ages. I think I just go used to not having my camera while it was being fixed, and I haven't really been anywhere inspiring. I am going to the country in a week for a mini-holiday, and I plan to take both my film and digital cameras and hopefully take a few good pictures! It is meant to be really pretty where we are going - so I may have something photographic to show for it when I get back... Here's to hoping!
I have just discovered the most beautiful singer. A half Icelandic, half Italian singer/songwriter named Emiliana Torrini. Her music is mesmerising! It is haunting and beautiful and melodic and lovely! I got her CD for Christmas, after, not just hinting, but asking that someone get it for me - and I'm so glad I did. I have been listening to her all week, and she is wonderful! I'm sure that Jo would like her!
It was pointed out to me yesterday that I have neglected photography. Mum commented that she found it ammusing that since I got into my photography course for next year, I haven't really picked up a camera. I mean, I took a few family shots of Christmas day and played with my Aunty's new camera, but that is about it. I haven't added any new pictures to my website in ages, and I haven't used any film in ages. I think I just go used to not having my camera while it was being fixed, and I haven't really been anywhere inspiring. I am going to the country in a week for a mini-holiday, and I plan to take both my film and digital cameras and hopefully take a few good pictures! It is meant to be really pretty where we are going - so I may have something photographic to show for it when I get back... Here's to hoping!
2.1.06
silly-ness abounds...
Happy New Year to one and all!! 2006 is sure to be an exciting year, at least for me - moving, turning 19, starting Uni.. Exciting stuff!!
New Years Eve was spent quietly with a good friend and a couple of bottles of Midori and Lemonade. We watched TV, and twirled poi in the backyard. Then just before midnight, we went running down the street (me in bare feet, and perhaps not quite running, more strolling) with glow sticks! They are awesome, and so much fun! This was then followed with bed at 1am, reading a book and getting a good night sleep because I had to work on Sunday. Not incredibly eventful - but lots of fun just the same!! I think I prefer doing the quiet thing rather than the all out drunkeness. I think it suits my personality!
This weeks holds not much for me. Working. Maybe taking some photographs. Cleaning out my bedroom. Getting some more stuff organised for moving. And more working. That is really about it. But I like it that way. And I plan to enjoy this week! As well as all the other weeks until Uni starts!!
New Years Eve was spent quietly with a good friend and a couple of bottles of Midori and Lemonade. We watched TV, and twirled poi in the backyard. Then just before midnight, we went running down the street (me in bare feet, and perhaps not quite running, more strolling) with glow sticks! They are awesome, and so much fun! This was then followed with bed at 1am, reading a book and getting a good night sleep because I had to work on Sunday. Not incredibly eventful - but lots of fun just the same!! I think I prefer doing the quiet thing rather than the all out drunkeness. I think it suits my personality!
This weeks holds not much for me. Working. Maybe taking some photographs. Cleaning out my bedroom. Getting some more stuff organised for moving. And more working. That is really about it. But I like it that way. And I plan to enjoy this week! As well as all the other weeks until Uni starts!!
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