To cheer? Or not to cheer?

Howdy.

Well, yet another busy week begins…and although I don’t actually go to uni until tomorrow…Just thought I’d post a few choice thoughts.  Sat down on Saturday to do my homework/readings etc…now..maybe it’s just me..but I seemed to have an epic amount of reading to do..and some of the questions…I was like…ergh.   However; I believe I have conquered the questions (to some extent) and almost finished my legal citation exercise…although I have this ghastly feeling that I have done some of it wrong…very wrong.  Ah well.  We shall see.  But all I can say, is thank god for legal dictionaries.  Aside from that about 15 hours of work, cleaning and seeing Phantom of the Opera (which was magnificent….go see it..seriously) my weekend pretty much disappear in a flash.  One question for anyone (my one reader….) does anyone know who to contact about the QUT Cheerleading team?  Being an ex head cheerleader (its not as bad as it sounds ok) I’d love to at least try for a new team..but I somehow managed to totally miss market day and everything that went with it…so If anyone knows someone in it..or the coach…or something..let me know.   Also thanks for that blog about giving blood….guess what I’m doing after uni Friday? Yeah…going to visit the vampires….*shudder*  Also has anyone noticed a slight rivalry between the faculties…say…engineering and law??? Maybe its just me….or maybe something deeper lurks beneath the calm surface….dun dun dunnnnnnnnnn.  Dramatic mood much?  Anyway, I’d love to hear how everyone else is going with their legal citation exercise….and anything else….just so I know someone else has actually stared it..(anyone???).  Anyway.  My kitten has decided to now chew upon my precious legal dictionary so I must go rescue it from its furry grave.

Good luck everyone

Xx

K

The Pangs of Realisation and the Vagaries of Perception

Evidently my friends it seems I have gotten myself into one rather large, gangrenous pickle. Law is not what I expected. I feel like that strange, new kid that came from another city. You learnt the same sort of thing at your old school and the layout was the same and you expected a generic system elsewhere. But then you realise, oh, this is vastly different to what I knew. Legal studies was my favourite subject at school. However, it appears everything I came to surmise from this course has polarised and my expectations are now at the opposite end of the spectrum. There is alot of reading. Yes, call me an idiot wrapped in a moron for not wholly taking that into account. Though at school we read a bit, but discussed alot. I am hoping, over the course of this year, that we hold discussions. I enjoy discussing things. Talking is what Jacob does best.

  If university is the brain of the world and the students are the neurons, then I feel like that odd, mutated entity that somehow made its way into the body, but shouldn’t really be there. As an inexplicable mutation, I hope to change into a neuron and gain a more positive outlook on the inner workings of the ‘brain’.  It is more than likely that there are others that feel exactly the same way.  It is quite possible that I am merely in a state of confusion at the scale of university. Almost like a grasshopper, who doesn’t move away from the coming battalion of ants (who will surely kill him), as he is in shock that there are just so many. You could say I also feel a little like a lame duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, but a duck that is actually lame. In other words, rather silly indeed.

 I recently spoke to a past law student. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it. I guess after speaking to him, I feel a little better. Maybe it’s the transition I’m afraid of. I don’t enjoy change. Though I must admit, I am growing to love university,  like I’m a colony of e-coli, and university is a prime, room-temperature piece of beef.

I’m sure everything will be just fine, once I start reading, which I should actually be doing right now, instead of musing on my problems and discussing them with others…

Adieu and Farewell

 

Always let your conscience be your guide…

I have this very strange realisation that my life is about 2 change…

 

About 4 months ago I started seeing a financial planner. We discussed the usual things a money person would discuss with a shop-a-holic such as I that no money does not grow on trees… only debt grows… and it’s very quick to occur on Mastercards. So, in response to this meeting where he tells me I’m going to be a gazillionaire because of him, I have since changed my ways. I am now a responsible member of society with a new found ‘Financial Conscience’. In the weeks leading up to Orientation I had ordered my study guides etc and started delving into the world of law. The more I read the more I felt guilty about my misspent youth and namely, my misspent drivers licence points…

 

To clue you all in- I am an external student and live a brisk 3.5 hour drive away from Brisbane in the small town of Chinchilla. I was sent here by the 5 star health service that is Queensland Health as a part of a Rural Scholarship scheme. After graduating in 2004 I started work 4 days after receiving my marks and let me tell you I had many reservations about leaving my beautiful Queenslander in East Brisbane for whatever was to lay before me. Now because Chinchilla has a severely limited gene pool (I don’t care who’s reading this- you know it’s true!) and subsequently a rather interesting array of inhabitants, I find myself wanting for much more than my co-residents can offer me. So just about every other weekend I can be found on the Warrego highway after 5 on a Friday heading to Brisbane.

 

Now if you average that out, I spend about 168 hours on the road to Brisbane each year and have to travel about 18,200km to Brisbane each year alone. What I guess I’m trying to say is that I aim to get it done as quickly as I can. And in pursuit for the fastest Chinchilla to Brisbane time without breaking the land speed record or ending up in gaol, (which incidentally is 2hours 40 mins) I find myself in situations with police officers who can’t either grasp my mathematical handicap or are just plain mean.

 

In all this reading and preparation about ‘ethics’ and having a ‘moral centre’ I have now found that I have started to develop a ‘Legal Conscience.’ Now I’m a woman of resources. I think outside the square. When the jury of my legal conscious sits in my head and says ‘no more speeding’, I have thought around this process. Most would stop speeding. Some would stop driving. Me- I asked my mum to drive me down and back for orientation to save me the internal battle. Now I only have to deal with the external battle of studying in this discipline.