To continue my ramble about Melbourne, there is only one more thing I remember from that stay. I recall not getting back from a wild night out until 4 in the morning, and having to get up around 7AM in order to bus it to the Melbourne airport and fly to Sydney.
We all thought one straggler would fail to make it in the morning (I won't mention names, but he had a habit of adventuring solo and sleeping on the streets of major cities), and we were all so worried about him! While boarding the bus, we all wait and within 2 minutes we see him stumble down the stairs and join us onto the bus! Thank heavens, he made it! A big hooray was called out for that haha. Such a funny, reckless kid.
Here's some photos from our stay in Melbourne/the plane to Sydney (organized properly!):
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| Our lovely room, my bed on the right! |
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| Someone couldn't handle the messy vegetarian pies! |
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| Eclectic art |
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| Wicker hut smack dab in the middle of the city! |
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| The pub before all went haywire! |
Now, onto my abrupt arrival into Wollongong!
For starters, the second we were off the bus with our luggage was probably when a wave of fear rushed over us all, as we had no idea what to expect next. The rest, was left up to us.
Myself, Rorie, Becca, and Erin were then guided by a friendly gentlemen named Eshan, who is one of the mentors (Residence Assistant as we know them at universities in the U.S.). Unfortunately, this friendly fellow was as much surprised to see us as we were him, and it was obvious he was not prepared to have us move in so early. I could read his thoughts almost as if they were written in marquee above his head, "what in the world am I supposed to do with these people?".
About 2 hours and 30 minutes later, I was securely seated in my vacant room on the second floor of a large apartment style building, and at the end of the hall. This was only after I was shown to the wrong spot initially: I would have shared a place with four surfer boys (and I doubt I would have complained about it, however there are strict rules and regulations about the gender ratios being uneven). Also, the poor mentor had to go back and forth getting various keys from the accommodation booth at UniCenter (where I had to sign in to the University, ensuring my existence). He was sweating by the time he fit me in the correct building. So there I was with a sad looking heap of linen, 1 large, 1 medium, and 1 small luggage surrounding me in an empty white brick bedroom with a desk.
Panic kicked in.
It took me about 3 hours to figure out the phone situation, and to this day there is a confusing phone line in this room that acts like it works but I have not seen it prove itself all semester. I finally got a mobile phone working, and I may or may not have called both my parents and Travis, with a rock of horror at the back of my throat and quivering tears behind my eyes. "HELP ME I'M JET LAG-DELIRIOUS, WITH NOTHING THAT WORKS AND NO COMPANY, ALONE IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY!!!"
My poor, poor family and friends.
Lets just say that was the last time I cried for four and a half months.
Hakuna Matata
- B
Myself, Rorie, Becca, and Erin were then guided by a friendly gentlemen named Eshan, who is one of the mentors (Residence Assistant as we know them at universities in the U.S.). Unfortunately, this friendly fellow was as much surprised to see us as we were him, and it was obvious he was not prepared to have us move in so early. I could read his thoughts almost as if they were written in marquee above his head, "what in the world am I supposed to do with these people?".
About 2 hours and 30 minutes later, I was securely seated in my vacant room on the second floor of a large apartment style building, and at the end of the hall. This was only after I was shown to the wrong spot initially: I would have shared a place with four surfer boys (and I doubt I would have complained about it, however there are strict rules and regulations about the gender ratios being uneven). Also, the poor mentor had to go back and forth getting various keys from the accommodation booth at UniCenter (where I had to sign in to the University, ensuring my existence). He was sweating by the time he fit me in the correct building. So there I was with a sad looking heap of linen, 1 large, 1 medium, and 1 small luggage surrounding me in an empty white brick bedroom with a desk.
Panic kicked in.
It took me about 3 hours to figure out the phone situation, and to this day there is a confusing phone line in this room that acts like it works but I have not seen it prove itself all semester. I finally got a mobile phone working, and I may or may not have called both my parents and Travis, with a rock of horror at the back of my throat and quivering tears behind my eyes. "HELP ME I'M JET LAG-DELIRIOUS, WITH NOTHING THAT WORKS AND NO COMPANY, ALONE IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY!!!"
My poor, poor family and friends.
Lets just say that was the last time I cried for four and a half months.
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| Tilly, Me, Georgia - Straight flexin |
Hakuna Matata
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| Frolicking on an island in the Outer Great Barrier Reef |
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