In my first week of university I sat in my law lecture and took off my jumper. And my shirt.
It wasn’t till I had actually completely pulled both pieces of clothing off my body that I realised what I had done. And by then it was far too late to reverse the damage.
It was as I stood in front of my law professor and 400 fellow law classmates in my bra that I realised this, was not how I imagined my first day of university would turn out.
Starting university feels like you’re starting real life, like you’ve moved up a level on a video game. I moved out of home at 17 with 3 people I didn't know and a mere 9 months later they ended up becoming some of my best friends. It would have been a lot easier to stay at home but although the safest place for a ship to stay is in the dock they’re not built for that. So I had to adapt to a new city. In the midst of my poetry seminars and law lectures I was wondering why walking outside in Brisbane summer feels like walking into an indoor pool. I also learnt that when people asked if you were going out to ‘Fridays’ they were talking about a club, not the day and that the best way to drive in the city is with my hazard lights on to let everyone know I have no idea where I’m going or what I’m doing. While I was figuring out how to law reference and use Blackboard, I was also figuring out whether stripy clothes go in the black or white load of washing and if 2 minute noodles mixed with kale counted as a balanced meal.
Starting university is like having the cushion of comfort worn down till you are kneeling on hard wood floor, it’s like having reality break your tail bone in the nicest way possible. Because the thing about university is that no one gives a shit and while this sounds harsh, it’s not. It means that no one remembered after 2 lectures that I was the girl with the white lace bra. No one batted an eyelid when a boy in my scriptwrtiting class was literally drinking out of a 3 litre milk bottle with a straw. You walk into the library at any given time and there’s at least four people sleeping and no one cares. It’s not awkward or uncomfortable to turn around and ask any random person in your class for help, they’re either more than happy to point you in the right direction or also have no fucking clue what's going on either which is just as comforting.
So to all the grade 12’s graduating and anxious about beginning university, don’t be. As long as you hold your shirt down while taking off your jumper you’ll be more than fine.
PHOTO CREDIT: Elly-Grace from dancinginviolentfeilds