Hello friends! I hope you all got the reference to the cartoon show, circa 1990. If not, here is a picture of her looking adorable as always, and my condolences for your depleted childhood!
So “Madeline” and I share the same name, if you didn't already figure, but that’s about the extent of our similarities. Unfortunately, I am not a cute little French girl, walking around Paris with a tribe of cute little French friends and a cute little French puppy. Damn do I envy her! However, I have been to Paris and, well j’adore!
Before I get too nostalgic, let me introduce myself… I am somewhat of a world traveler Although I have lived near Melbourne for most of my life, I was born in Indonesia, lived in Singapore and sporadically travelled Dubai, Vietnam, Thailand, Switzerland and Europe. I am incredibly open to new experiences and love talking with and meeting new people. I believe that there is no better way to explore your city (or campus) by foot. I tell you what, we are now months in to the year and I still get hopelessly lost at Uni, this place is like it’s own village! Despite my “wanderlust”, I am a homebody at heart. The familiar feel of my own bed, warm slippers and a home cooked meal cannot be paralleled!
I have chosen an Arts and Psychology course here at MU. It combines my passion for understanding humans and the workings of the mind. I aspire to one day use this knowledge to help individuals live happier and more fulfilled lives. Other than psychology, I’m also doing some English courses; literature and media. Writing, reading and expressing… If assignments and exams didn't exist, I would be in heaven!
Hmmm, what else… I’m a bit of a health freak; I love to get the endorphins flowing with a brisk run, yoga or fitness class. I’m an avid animal lover, horse-rider and golden-retriever owner. It would only seem fitting that I have been vegetarian for 8 years. My hobbies are pretty diverse; you might find me gardening, painting or lurking around a farmers market. But at the same time I am partial to a good shopping spree, and a self confessed fashion junkie/binge watcher of trashy television. Somewhere between that I fit in time to study.
I'm looking forward to my first year at Melbourne University, and sharing my perspectives and experiences with you all!
'Til next time! Have a great week all of you, I'm off to Rowden Library to (not) study ;)
Hi to anyone reading this! Appreciate the time you spare to read my intro post :)
I know I'm terribly late in doing this introduction blog post but hey what can I say? It's fashionable to be late. Nah just kidding. I was late to a lecture the other day in Old Arts and you know how the Public theatre doors are located at the bottom so when you entered you will be coming from the back of the lecturer's back (did I just use two backs?) and everyone will look at you. And I mean literally everyone. Including the lecturer. Who may or may not have a moustache, but is definitely glaring or trying to hide his/ her glare from you, who is trying to sneak into the lecture without anyone noticing but failed at that cos it is after all, the Public Theatre. Especially, being a first year, I can't help but squirm when everyone's head turned to look at me simultaneously when I entered the room..
As you can see, I tend to babble things off. Sometimes it could be pointless and just for the fun of it or sometimes it could be meaningful and full of insights and philosophical thoughts. That's why I chose Arts. Cos Arts students are cool just like that and I wanna be the white-marble-statue-of-Aristoteles-style thinker. Nah just kidding, again. See, the reason I am currently enrolled as an Arts student is because I wanted to be a journalist someday. Unfortunately, Melbourne Uni doesn't offer any Journalism degree or major and the closest thing to it would be media and communication, which will cover several subjects relating to journalism. I hope to write for New York Times in the future so there you go. My aspiration to become a journalist is so cliche. I love cliches, though. And irony. And sarcasm.
Anyways, topics I am passionate about would be:
-Politics (not the political theory such as liberalism and classicals, but the world politics as in now and here in this globalised century..currently doing international politics as well which is meh at the beginning but now it's starting to warm up to me)
-Mythologies and folklores (greek myths, chinese tales, and the likes), books (I write book reviews as well in my personal blog- that has been sitting idle cos both me and my blog partner are focusing on unilife, if there is a life in uni really lol- at bookwormsoul.blogspot.com #shamelesspromotion #butidontcare)
-nutrition and fitness (who doesn't love to sweat after a burning workout?! Maybe the clean, good-smelling person sitting beside you but on the other hand ask away any questions regarding keeping a balanced mental health and good physique in Melbourne Uni and I'll try to answer as best as I could based on my experience)
-culinary and culture (I would spend hours on Wikipedia reading about the different kinds of borek from different countries or figuring out the different dishes of masala curry in India, Sri Lanka, or Pakistan)
-coffee and chai (I have an addiction with black coffee, the more bitter it taste the better and also I can never get why some people don't enjoy the fragrant flavour of chai..I'll cover about the top coffee and chai around and outside the campus that is, of course, college student pocket-money friendly later. Also, I'll write a post reviewing carte and it's heavenly crepes. I might be biased but it's one of the best place to hang and relax with a cup of their honey chai latte and salted caramel crepe. You will most probably find me lounging there whenever the sun is out, during rainy days, and basically anytime I got the time except during hail or stormy days cos I'm not that crazy and they are not open for business as well when Melbourne's crazy weather strikes up )
-women's rights (I'm not what you call a hard-core feminist but some of my friends and family member would digress..I just have this affinity and utmost respect to Germaine Greer, Florynce Kennedy, and Virginia Woolf- even though the last one had bipolar and infamously died due to suicide..let's scratch her off from my list of "people to have affinity with", shall we?)
-the roaring 20's (anyone saying Great Gatsby is pointless and that flappers are an annoying phase for the society will have to answer to me),
-The human mind and it's inner workings (don't you ever feel the human mind is so fascinating? Basically, I'm very interested in psychology but I don't want to study all the heavy stuff that comes with it. I like to wonder how one person become the person he or she is today. Does any of you wonder about that as well? Like how our childhood and our choices in life shaped us. We make choices and choices makes us- yes, I think I just quote If I Stay, I'm kinda a sappy person- also I consider Sigmund Freud to be one of the greatest theorist in his field so there you go! I am cut out be an Arts student, after all).
-and there are just so many things I would like to share with you but I got two 1500 words essay due by this week so I'll just share a meme I did for an assignment (tried to upload the image but being the slightly illiterate web 2.0 user that I am, I can't seem to attach the meme so i'll just give you an url again here. This is not a shameless promotion but instead it is for the greater good to lift up media and comm students' reputation in the fun department.). Yes, this time I'm not kidding. There is a subject in Melbourne Uni that requires you to make memes and infographics as part of your assignment. So much win!
PS: by the by, I'm not in any of the clubs and societies this semester. Pathetic? Yes. Maybe. Do I regret it? No. I got more time to do my assignments, take on more job hours and shifts, and be as unsociable as I can. Please don't take the last remark seriously :)
It's one of those nights.
A light drizzle, a little Diana Krall and I find myself in dire need of a dry martini and good conversation. To my dismay, whilst my mind fantasizes about the soft, sultry ambiance of a jazz bar somewhere in downtown Dubai, my body sits down to a long night of genetics and evolution.
I've always been that annoying little girl who'd break up all the fun at a sleepover to call her mum demanding to be picked up upon realizing she misses the feel of her own bed. Most times, the quaint cafés, incredible galleries and charming eateries suffice as good enough reasons as to why I decided to move 7000 miles, 7 time zones and 3 continents away. Other times, there isn't enough artwork by Frederick McCubbin that could compare to the smell of my mothers freshly made garlic naans.
Sometimes living at college can perpetuate or eliminate traces of homesickness. As much as I simply adore living amongst the most incredibly funny, intellectual and friendly people, it often means I don't have the space I need to let my emotions play out. Having to meet 300 people at every meal, on your way to and from university and of course there's always the sufficiently awkward 'I really wish I had more clothing on right now whilst we engage in an unnecessary conversation about your day' bathroom run in. No matter where you go and when, there are other people. A tad bit confronting.
I guess it's a constant reminder that you're never going through anything alone but it also means you can never truly BE alone. UGH.
-Rant over-
Until next time,
Tanika
PS- 5 weeks to end of semester... and EXAMS!!! (Huurrrrrrah-NAH)
It has been two weeks of assessments and assignments since my last post, and I'm glad to say that I'm still alive!
Of course, after the horrendous period of collective panic, last-minute cramming and just general anxiousness; university doesn't stop and say "Hey, you look all tired out from those assessments. Perhaps I should ease up on you so you can catch your breath". NOPE. That MST (mid-semester test) and assignment train just keeps on going.
Of course, it's a great way to keep on track with your work. I find that around week 5 or 6 that my motivation level droops down just the slightest, so the reminder of an onslaught of assessments just being around the corner is a swift way to get my face out of Facebook and actually put my face in the right kind of book and study.
I've still got a few more assignments due next week so I shall share some ways I actually get some revision done.
- I have a study group for biology, which makes learning so much more fun (and easier). Instead of just asking each other questions when we get stuck on practice questions that we all do individually, we tend to do mini-tutorial style study sessions. This week, I was the 'tutor' for the 3 stages of transcription: I basically summarised basic concepts, then we discussed the tricky parts and went through practice questions together. We're all kinetic learners, so it's definitely an effective way for us to learn!
- I try to make the lecture content as memorable as possible- especially for topics that I find incredibly dull. This can range from making rap songs out of the DNA replication process to drawing funny faces on various psychologists to remember their exteeeeeeeensive theories on how social psyche works. (See below)
- Coffee becomes my best friend during this stressful time of semester.
Assessments may be extremely daunting but at least I can get a little relaxation time come mid-semester break. I'm already planning a short getaway to some exotic place where I'm not entirely sure how to say "I'm not from here, sorry", let alone "Thank goodness assessments are finished for now".
And with that, I bid you another adieu!
I don't know what to write. No, really - I don't.
Not because I have no words to say, but rather because I have way too many. Too many feelings kept bottled up inside with no way out. For a self-professed writer, that's a pretty pathetic way to go.
When I was a little girl, I would always take to writing whenever I was upset, angry or hurt - just poems or short paragraphs scribbled god-knows-where, on whatever piece of paper I could find, then promptly left and forgotten about. These writings may have found their way to the trash right away - I don't remember. But what I do remember is that, the more words I write, the better I feel in proportion.
As I grew up, I still retained my love for writing, despite becoming increasingly enamored in the field of science, particularly the biomedical sciences and medicine. I would still write - but less often, and only when the "writing" mood struck. Gradually, though, I stopped writing to get things out of my chest - the process just hurt too much, and even though I felt better afterwards, going about the act of putting pen to paper was just far too painful to be worth the lightened mood I would feel afterwards. So, eventually, I stopped writing for the sake of expressing my emotions. Instead, I'd keep them bottled up inside, and away from the surface. I tried so hard to perfect the indifferent and nonchalant mask I would always adopt in these cases. I would withdraw to our backyard terrace and read a good book, or lock myself in my bedroom and watch some mindless television (aka Spongebob Squarepants - no offense, Nickelodeon!) until my indifferent mask is finally securely in place and would not be in danger of slipping the moment I stepped out and rejoined the world. When the internet happened, I would take to watching YouTube videos, or going on Facebook, just to give myself a distraction. Right. I'm pretty sure you get the gist - I stopped writing to express my emotions.
I guess it's part of my growing up process - and the slow yet painful disappearance of idealism and innocence. The knowledge that no one wants to read 5 paragraphs about one's current feelings, and that a book is only as good as the number of people who think it is (yes - I am aware that so many people will disagree with me on this). So, I guess I just stopped writing all together.
Yes, I stopped writing. True, I would type down a story now and again, but I never considered that true writing, because true writing is, for me, an expression of my innermost thoughts and desires, fears, hopes and dreams. And I wasn't doing that. No, I was pitching myself to the public, to my interpretation of what readers would like to read. Much like what Anne Shirley did when she first gave her draft of Kindred Spirits to Jack Garrison in the film adaptation of Anne of Green Gables, actually. Of course, my writings would be considerably less "sensational" than hers (if only I had her writing prowess) - but that is beside the point.
So, honestly, I had no idea what I was thinking, volunteering to write a blog post where the only rule to writing was to express your feelings, and not go about penning some cheesy romance fiction or the like. And yet, as I write this, I can't help but feel considerably lighter from my troubles. Hmm. Perhaps I will go back to writing - real writing - after all.
P.S. If this piece doesn't make sense, I apologize - this is what happens when I write the first things on my mind just to get them out of my chest. Hope it wasn't too bad, though.
I Smell Bacon........
Must be the smell of a new blog!
'Allo there chaps! Whilst many people far and wide yell from the highest of mountains and lowest of sinking holes, "Jake", I often parade myself on the internet as "Flavatheburrito", or, if I'm felling especially regal, "Charles Huntingon" becomes my adopted personality. Take whatever name that floats your boat.
I realise I should have written this long ago, but let's just say I'm Sean Connery and as a 007 can do whatever the hell I want, when I want. Yeah, sounds good, let's go with that.
Let's go with the quick summary part of my life:
- I was born at 4:44am
- I seem to grow a Mexican-styled mustache.
- I hail from the almighty, tiny island of Malta. For those of you who have no idea where the hell that is, blame the geographers who make atlas'. WE ARE A COUNTRY TOO!!! We're just, smaller than the size of Melbourne, that's all. Here is a completely accurate visual depiction of where we are:
But I guess you'll want some Unimelb background info on myself. Here we are:
- I'm a First Year BCom Student, majoring in Economics and Finance
- I hope to do the JD (post-graduate law degree) and become a kick-ass, super-cool lawyer (look out Harvey Specter)
- I'm part of MUDS - Melbourne University Debating Society
- I really, really like university food.
Although, this probably isn't the best time to be writing: I've slept 5 hours or less over the past 2 weeks, my body is exhausted after a two-hour cricket gym training session, and i'm in my underwear. We don't need to go into why, i'm sure that's plenty of information, but this GIF may suffice.
For those avid First Year Unimelb readers, you've probably noticed that everyone on this blog page delves into their weekly story around the uni, providing tips on how to survive and all that jibber-jabber (It is good reading, no friendly fire here, old sport!). But I feel like this blog needs a twist, something to jiven up those old bones and go all out crazy! Here's the stitch: I don't have a clue what to do. So. in light of the current Student Elections Week (also known as: Death by Pamphlets), I'm putting a completely, non-biased, non-invasive democratic suggestion box on this blog. Comment your suggestions below and we can deliberate whats crazy enough to float with. I personally think video interviews in a sombrero and cape will go down well......each for their own.
Some realistic ideas may be:
- Some "A Current Affair" style reporting on the most atrocious of minor offences and immoralities within the university (why should I line up for 10 minutes for a free hotdog, gosh!)
- "what not to do" at uni sections
- Campus food review - I highly encourage this idea
- Anything else?
That's all we have time for folks.
I've been FlavatheBurrito. Keep Smelling The Bacon, Melburnians.
This may be my first year at university, but last year when I still lived in Sydney I visited the University of Sydney a lot because, well, I was a nerd like that. One time, I was there for students election week. There were campaigners everywhere and I just thought they were just so annoying, especially since I wasn't even studying there.
Oh, how the tables have turned.
In case you guys haven't seen the chalk drawings, posters, people in t-shirts, all over campus the last four days, I'll say it again: student elections are happening this week.
I kind of want to add an exclamation mark after that sentence but to be honest, as someone who's running on one of the tickets, I am way too tired for enthusiasm.
I'm vaguely horrified at myself right now. I'm one of those people who avoid people handing out flyers like the plague, whether that be other student elections (as stated above), advertisers in shopping centres, whatever. And now I'm one of them.
It's strange how campaigners, like teachers, don't seem to be real people. Like, theoretically you know that they have a life outside of handing flyers to students in front of Union House, but at the same time it's still kind of surprising to know that they aren't robots? It's like when you see a teacher grocery shopping or something. It just violates the laws of the universe. Or is that just me?
I'm really tired right now. I'm going to sleep as soon as I post this because I have to wake up at 6.30am tomorrow; I've been on my feet pretty much all day for the last four days and I just want this week to be over already.
On the upside, I've made a bunch of potential friends just from randomly starting conversations. So I mean, I suppose this is one way of meeting new people? No? Yeah, maybe not.
I think the main thing I've discovered this week is that as soon as you put on that campaigning t-shirt, people think you're not human. I've had people talking about how much they hate campaigners right in front of my like I'm not even there. And look, I get it. I get that everyone finds campaigners really annoying. Trust me, I've been there. But something else you should trust me on is the fact that we're not doing this for fun. Seriously, campaigning is all kinds of painful and not something I'd wish to inflict on anyone. Pretty much the only reason I'm doing this at all is because I genuinely believe in what the student union does. Because I think that the ticket I'm running with has good policies and genuinely excellent values.
I've been told by administration that I can't mention the name of the ticket I'm running on here for privacy reasons, so unfortunately I can't advertise anything on here. I suppose all I'm trying to say is that if you guys reading this haven't voted yet, seriously, come down and have a talk to a campaigner sometime tomorrow because I guarantee that we have tons of ideas about how to make everyone's university experiences the best it can be.
Oops, there I go again, sounding like a walking talking advertisement. I'll take that as my sign to go to bed already.
Hello everyone! Mia here.
So, since my first blog was embarrassingly short, let’s hope this one is a bit longer (and more informative). I know, I know. I said last week that I’d write about combating procrastination. But I’ve just managed to find my feet, what with juggling around studies, looking for a flat closer to university, and overall adapting to being in a new country all by myself. (insert “All by Myself” by Eric Carmen here). So. Anyway. I decided to kick off my first “legit” blog post with a little “top 5 tips on finding your feet at uni” session instead. (A.k.a. I’ve just procrastinated on my how to not procrastinate blog post.) And yes, I know there are a lot of those starting uni tips out there, but I like to think that mine has something different from the average posts. How so? Two reasons. Firstly, I am an international student whose longest stay in Australia before this was two weeks on holiday with my family, as mentioned previously. And secondly, I am a mid-year (July) intake student. Just the two very things that make starting uni life… well… you know.
It’s challenging enough to be going to uni. And then it’s even more challenging when you’re from interstate. But what really takes the cake is when you’re from a whole other country. But that’s not all. Try coming in mid-semester, when everyone else has started in March and has already settled in, when you’re just starting to find your feet. Intimidating prospects? Oh yes.
But wait! Don’t let me scare you off! Thing is, it might seem scary coming in, but it really isn’t. True, the vast majority of students have come in during semester 1, but if you’re a mid-semester entrant like me, you’re still part of the many hundreds of students coming in mid-semester. And yes, many international (and a few local) students as well. Chances are, they’re all as nervous and as new to everything as you are. (Read: something to bond over and be instant friends with on the very first day.) That’s basically my first and most important tip.
Tip 1: don’t be intimidated. You’d just end up peeing in your pants for nothing. Not that I did that, mind you, but I was pretty close. Figuratively speaking, of course, because the actual thing would be… well… yeah. Moving on.
Tip 2: attend O-week and Academic Advice Day. But if for some reason you can’t, don’t panic!
Seriously, though, if you can, go for it! Not only is it an excellent place to meet new people who are most probably new to uni too, you get bombarded (er… exposed) to lots of useful information not just about the course but also about the services provided in uni, housing and other welfare services as well. But as I said, if you can’t make it, don’t stress! Get in touch with your faculty or the admissions office, and they’d be more than happy to provide you with the vital information you would’ve missed.
Tip 3: lost on campus? Get the app. The Lost on Campus app. (pun intended. I thought that was pretty smart, myself)
Or, if you’re tech-deprived, like me, get a map. There is no shame in using maps, people! Or if you are, like me, hopeless when it comes to navigating the maze that was supposed to be a map (yes, it’s so sad. I know), ask someone for directions! So what if they think you’re a hopelessly clueless newbie who can’t be bothered to find the place yourself. Chances are, only a few jerks… er… people will think that. Most will be more than happy to point you in the right place. Some extra nice people will even walk with you there. (Yeay for humanity still having a few nice people around!) Which is also a great let’s-get-to-know-each-other-and-be-friends opportunity! Walk and talk, people. Walk and talk.
Tip 4: make friends. Don’t be shy to approach people and start a conversation.
Pretty self-explanatory. If you stick to your shell and don’t do anything, nothing’s going to happen. Friendship is a proactive process, and you need to invest in it to make it work. Don’t be shy to smile and say hi to the person sitting next to you in lectures. It shows you have confidence, and makes you come across as friendly. And if you don’t hit it off, don’t stress! As the saying goes, there are tonnes of other fish in the sea. Everybody has different personalities, and while this diversity is a good thing and should be viewed with an open mind, it will be inevitable that your personality might not fit in so well with someone else’s. So, when rejected, shrug it off. Take it as a learning experience and go say hi to the person on your other left instead. :) No, really, that’s how I made all – and I do mean all – of my uni friends: by engaging in a conversation with them and then following that up by texting, chatting or asking to meet up. If I hadn’t done as I did, my only friend would be my trusty bookbag, living in a flat all by my lonesome as I am.
And finally…
Tip 5: feeling stupid? Yeah, me too.
Come on, let’s face it. We all have that one person (or group of people) in our lectures/labs/tutes who’s as smart as Albert Einstein/ Isaac Newton/ Mozart/ Stephen Hawking/ Benjamin Frankin/Pierre Auguste Renoir combined. And that leaves you feeling a bit… dumb. To put it bluntly. As though you’re the stupidest person in the world and being accepted into Melbourne Uni was a fluke and a cruel joke made by fate who just wants to laugh at you for having your hopes and dreams shattered. Trust me. You’re not the only one. It’s perfectly alright to not be able to grasp a concept in your lectures right away. Or the second time. Or the tenth, even. (I’m on my nth attempt in understanding Gauss’ Law and what I’ve managed so far is to: 1. Write down the problem. 2. Then stare at the page. 3. Cry.) There is nothing wrong with that. Failing is part of uni life- the very essence of it, even. What’s wrong, however, is giving up. So what if everyone else gets it the first time around? Your brain was probably just too preoccupied with thinking about string theory and quantum physics to focus on Gauss’ Law. (Ha! I just used highfaluting terms the meaning of which I have yet to grasp. Or look up on Wikipedia.) Anyway, my point is: don’t be disheartened. Go get help. I don’t know about the other degrees, but for the subjects I’m doing (Biology, Chemistry and Physics), they have a drop-in session where you can get tutor help. If not, don’t be afraid to send your tutor or lecturer an email and ask to meet up, or approach them after a lecture. They’re all really happy to help you grasp the subject matter – it’s what they’re here for, after all. And it’s what you’re here for, as well: to learn, and not feel sorry about yourself. (insert comical face – preferably Homer Simpson’s with “duh” captioned in big bold letters.)
So there you have it, my top 5 field guide to surviving the jungle known as uni. Best of luck.
Over and out.
P.S. I’ve just completed my mid-semester tests. Well. My eye bags are officially big enough to be used as actual bags. I will never procrastinate again. (She said whilst procrastinating.) I just hope I managed to do well enough. Wish me luck, guys. OaO (Over and Out.)
This week has been a bit of a battle – I've had assignments, essay drafts, blog entries (for my cultural studies class) and the most dreaded of all – GROUP PRESENTATION!! DUN-DUN-DUUUUUUN!
I've never really enjoyed group tasks, especially in high school. It was always so difficult for everyone to agree or even compromise. On top of that, there was the even harder task of getting everyone to share the work load.
Am I right?
So anyway, it was Tuesday, the day of the presentation and the only time our whole group could meet was an hour prior to the presentation. I was a nervous wreck; how could we POSSIBLY finish a polished presentation in time?!?!
I like to have things organised, especially when they are group tasks. Don’t get me wrong, procrastination is like second nature, but I tend to do that when it’s an individual task; then I only have myself to blame. So I’d had a bit of a tough time not taking control and forcing people to create the presentation at my pace.
That’s one of the things you have to learn to accept at university – not just the diversity of the individual, but also the diversity of timetables.
However, I have never been more happily surprised in my life (well, with a group task that is). Everyone came to the meeting having read the essay we were presenting, everyone had exciting ideas and opinions to put forward and even more excitingly, everyone was willing to participate in the presentation itself.
Now I am in no way suggesting that leaving a group assignment till the last will produce miracles for everyone, but I have certainly learnt a valuable lesson from it. Just because others aren't working at my speed, doesn't mean they aren't working. One of the best things about university is that I’m surrounded by like-minded peers who all want to be here, and as a result, want to actively participate in their education.
Enjoy your week,
Phoebe
I'd love to start this off with something unbelievably witty but alas, I'm a science student (Just kidding! being hilarious is in our genes)
There's something about being a blogger that brings about the pressure of making your online presence seem like the bomb dot com, but considering the only pressure I seem to be encountering right now involves the words biology and midsem, this is as good as it's going to get.
So I'm Tanika, a nineteen year old Indian from Dubai. Currently coping with the lack of Vitamin D and camels (and no, we do not ride them to school). I'm a science student with a passion for diplomacy and social justice and enjoy getting my knickers in a twist over things that really matter (i.e. olive oil flavored gelato- I mean seriously). I'm also a sucker for a good jazz bar, a full-bodied pinot and every once in a while you'll find me lurking around the state library reading up on the Indian Freedom Movement.
I started off last semester with the big, beautiful dream of becoming a doctor only to find medicine really wasn't for me and that I had probably just watched one too many episodes of Greys Anatomy. One of the greatest things about the Melbourne model is the inclusion of breadths. Being able to bounce around and see what felt truly right was quite frankly, a 'breadth' of fresh air. It helped me realize as much as I do love science, I love the realm of politics, international affairs and diplomacy much more and am extremely excited to delve into it this semester.
So I look forward to keeping you keen beans updated on my latest adventures from boycotting peas after learning about Mendelian genetics to what it's like having to share showers whilst living at college (a.k.a how to appreciate living at home 101).
Until next time!
-Tanika
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