Two days into 2008 and I've already seen one play (Blackbird - the one directed by Cate Blanchett) and gotten a parking fine (didn't read the "rear to curb" bit of the sign, dammit! 79 big ones).
Was just sorting through the enormous piles of crap in my study and came across all sorts of relics from my past life. Listened to a CD or two from our old school magazine Patchwork - good god the choir was crap! All my paths not taken were there: ANU scholarship letter, Melbourne law acceptance letter, Sciences Po exchange forms. And the paths taken but then U-turned. A nice assessment note from my French Popular Culture class, a letter inviting me to do Economics honours (wtf, I know), Spanish homework exercises, a now-incomprehensible Contracts essay, notes on International Security in handwriting that doesn't even look like mine but actually is. Leaflets for the smorgasbord of academic delights available to BA's: linguistics, a fistful of Romance languages, history, politics. Reminds me of the delicious sense of opportunity of first first year, fresh from slaying the VCE dragon, with wonderful delusions of the greatness awaiting me.
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