Graduation Ceremonies: A Former Dean Remembers

For me the best part of being a Dean was dealing with individual students and their problems. It was not always easy. One student, a clergyman, whom I had refused to grant a special examination, told me I was crucifying him, which I thought was rather big-noting himself. Another, after graduating, developed pangs of conscience[…]

The Structure of Feeling

In writing this account, I acknowledge the Australian Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples as the first inhabitants of the nation and the traditional custodians of the lands where we live, learn, and work. Aboriginal peoples and Torres Strait Islander peoples should be aware that this recollection contains the voices and names of deceased persons.[…]

Early ‘90’s memories

UQ for me, from 1991-1994, started with enlisting in the Queensland University Regiment, straight out of high school. Unavoidably grinning as a plump sergeant shouted my first ever “A-ten-SHUN”. The smell of old canvas, Dubbin leather dressing, rifle oil, camouflage cream and grass, at Tin Can Bay. Looking over the sight at 4am, silently and[…]

The Great Homeric Feast and The President’s At Home

Being sculptors with an interest in the Classics, my husband Rob and I joined The Friends of Antiquity when it was established in 1988. Rob was one of the early Presidents. We offered the Sculpture Court at our home in Kenmore Hills as a venue for an event to raise funds towards the $100,000 capital for[…]