UQ, my saviour !

My mind had been ticking… beeping like a time bomb, and then it exploded, giving me a panic attack and I collapsed with a nervous breakdown. This was after a traumatic incident at my workplace, where I was being constantly bullied by a colleague, who happened to be my manager’s best friend. She loved to[…]

Putting one damn foot in front of the other

I walk across the Eleanor Schonell Bridge. I’ll take the same route back across going home. Heading into Uni, there is a beautiful view of the river from the bridge. It’s about 4pm. I usually cross at this time most days. At this time of day, the sun is just beginning to descend and the[…]

A Lab Coat Was My Dream

It was four o’clock on a Thursday afternoon, I found myself wandering at UQ. I forgot my practical class was cancelled and with it my afternoon tasks. So, I decided to wait for my boyfriend until six but I was not sure what to do so I decided to take a short walk before going[…]

Alma Mater

A continuous low humming hung over Chancellor’s Place. Quarter to eight. My stomach was making the raspy breathing sounds of a dying puppy. Having completed a massive two-and-a-half-hour Research Techniques seminar, I was hoping to celebrate my first ever UQ lecture with dinner for one. What I got instead was this little nugget: there wasn’t[…]

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 …[…]