Kaleidoscope

My first day at UQ was awful. I was deep in the throes of heartbreak, at the hands of a UQ student, no less. I saw the campus for the first time through the dense, distorted hue of him. Every store, each seat, glass, and table, was coloured by his presence. I wondered what associations[…]

The Mission

It was a normal sweltering February day when I walked in to the University of Queensland back in 2010. Sweat dripped down my swarthy back; I was nervous. Making close friends had never been my forte in high school, and that wasn’t a trend that I wanted to continue at uni. It was going to[…]

Summer Graduation

The Brisbane air was so thick I felt like I needed to chew every breath I took. The iconic jacarandas were in full bloom, their purple plumage like amethyst gems. The sky was the aquamarine, the grass malachite, and the trees were reflected in the lakes in every hue from peridot green to emerald. The[…]

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[…]