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[…]

‘Commem’ Memories

My mother, Agnes Skoien (nee Moore), was the oldest graduate of this university when she died in 1994. I never thought about going to Uni myself, but wasn’t surprised when she booked me into the Women’s College at Kangaroo Pt in 1950. THAT was an experience. I loved Mum’s stories about her time at Uni.[…]

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[…]