A Turn in Life’s Direction

I enrolled at the University of Queensland in 1969 as a “mature age” student. This term was used for someone who did not proceed to university directly from high school and had matriculated, usually via the extremely limited night schools, with fewer school subjects. I think that the enrolling of such mature age students was[…]

From Country to Campus

Did I attend UQ? Well, it wasn’t called that when I “went to uni” in the sixties. There was only one university in Brisbane, perhaps Queensland, at the time, hence no need to differentiate. The transition from a country high school to the stately sandstone of the Forgan Smith building in order to pursue an[…]

Running on Time

Ah, timetables. Such a simple concept, such a noble achievement of modern society. Surely any university-approved combination of subjects should fit neatly into the weekly grid of half-hour slots? Ah, of course they would. But … how does said grid dovetail into the bountiful sprawl of The University of Queensland St Lucia campus? Or …[…]

Waking Up

Please note: The opinions expressed in each of the stories shared by individuals on this website are those of the individual author. I know the best places to nap on campus. They are: The lounge outside the philosophy department in Forgan Smith The Great Court (although this can be prone to green ants) Wherever my law[…]