They're Beginning the Beginning;

Day One: New place, new people, new impression.

Welcome to UQ, where you will learn, make friends and buy way too many Boosts.

Walking into the University of Queensland for the first time scared me. It took me right back to the beginning of primary school, looking up at all these big kids that surround you. Note to self, some of the guys have so much muscle they could kill you with their thumb. Stay Away! It's such an odd feeling, going from being a senior at high school, where everyone knows your name to being a first year at uni where you meet so many people that you can't even remember your own name.

I could do it this time; make friends. It'll be easy, we're all doing the same course, we'll have common interests, surely. I have made friends with two people. Sigh. As much as I tell myself it's easy, this whole Uni thing is just so daunting. But I'm not stressed, it's only week 2, I'm sure friends will come with time...I hope...

And so the day started with my FREN1010 contact. Everyone was so standoffish. It was as if before we entered the class we were told that one of us was an vampire and the full 1 and a half hours of the class was taken up with us trying to decide who it was. The ice was broken however when we were broken into groups and all had to sing a song in French. I am convinced that whoever wrote this song was either a mental patient, or a severe drug addict. One line read, and I quote:

"Stop! Stop! I have a headache! The Dinosaur!!"

Needless to say we laughed and got talking, this was where I made my first friend. It was then time to leave, we packed up, said our goodbyes (in French of course) and moved on with our days.

It's 4 o'clock. What time is it? It's Drama time. This was were Uni took a turn for the better. I fell in love with this subject straight away, however most of the lecture was essentially 'This is what we'll be doing throughout the term, but we won't actually do any of it today'. So it was quite tedious, but I still quite liked it. There are so many different people doing drama. And I mean, very, very different sorts of people...but let's not get into that as I am afraid I may offend...

And so we get to the reason why I even started writing this thing in the first place, JOUR1111, Introduction to Journalism and Communication. We were told we would have to make a twitter account and a blog (you're already there, so you're doing something right). For this reason I am concluding that I am doing the right course for me. I get to write, use the internet and make satirical comments in 140 characters or less.

This blog will stay updated as much as I can, at least once a week. It would be nice if you kept reading or else this is just sad.