Hey all,

It’s the end of a short week of classes here in australia. Luckily for me I have managed to get a schedule of classes that only meet Monday-Wednesday. All my classes seem like they’ll be good, if not interesting, then not that hard. Nutrition seems like it will be the only class I’m really actually interested in, which makes sense considering I need it for my major and minor. The professor for that class is nice. He’s young. There are two people who will lecture for it. One is the main guy, and then the other is this little guy with spiked brown hair who just looks scared all the time. I guess it’s only the second year they’ve run the course and last years class was like half the size as this years, so maybe that’s why he looks scared. Who knows. I have lecture for that class every Monday and weeks 3-8 I have a tutorial along with lecture, and then the last two weeks of the semester I have a lab as well.

My second class is Modern Masters of Philosophy. I don’t know what to make of that class. The professor is from Germany and switches from speaking in english to german to french. He talks super slowly, like he is thinking about each word that is going to come out of his mouth. He is a philosophy professor, so I guess it makes sense. That class is 3 hours long every Monday night, which is a hell of a long time to talk about nonsense. We spent the first half of the class going over the course profile and then the second half he talked philosophy talk. I had no idea what was going on. There was an old woman sitting on my right and a girl who must have had a cold sitting on my left. She kept sniffling and breathing heavily and I just wanted to hit her.

My last class is creative writing which is broken down into a lecture and tutorial each week. My tutorial is very interesting. Everyone is australian, which is cool, then there is a study abroad student from germany who barely speaks any english. Then this guy who looks like Justin-Bobby back when Justin-Bobby had long hair. His name is Pooya, and when he was introducing himself, yeah we did introductions, he was like “its like boo-ay but with a P.” He mumbles like it’s his job. We had to do a writing on scars and then read them aloud and the guy sitting next to me was talking about hookers and drugs. Next week I’m not going to sit next to him. Then this girl walks in an hour late and she has a piercing in her cheek, then another one in her nose but the kind that goes like around the divider of your nose, she’s wearing purple high top Doc Martins and this black like crop top with a ruffly collar. She was gross. Then there is an older woman who is going back to school to get a new degree who just kept talking about her kids. Ok lady, I get it, you have kids, good for you. We had to go around describing what kind of writing we do, so I’m like, uh I don’t really write, I just need this for the credit. This girl is like I like to write about the mentally ill. Everyone just stops and is like what? She was weird.

I feel like they just don’t go to school. All of their classes meet once a week and they only have to take 3 classes to be a full time student. Like really? Class is just like an hour interruption in their day and then they go about drinking. There are these crows. Oh my word let me tell you. They are the worst things in the world. The other morning it sounded like they were dying, like literally dying. Their little bird call is the loudest thing you’ve ever heard. My roommates and I have decided to go see an AFL game. Which is essentially football, soccer, basketball, and rugby combined. The field is circular in shape and it’s really cool to watch.