College Life in the Sixties

I arrived at the Women’s College in 1962. Having lived with two quiet adults, I now had to adjust to slamming doors, loud radios, and heavy footsteps down corridors. Freshers settled in during Orientation Week, but when the older students returned, the Fresher System came into play. As the junior residents, freshers were expected to[…]

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[…]

‘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.[…]