I prepared my application for the Master of Arts in Writing, Editing and Publishing as snow silently sang down outside my window. I had been working and traveling throughout Japan for almost a year. Even though I had valued every second of my experience — from working on small farms in Hokkaido to a fast-paced[…]
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[…]
The books were bricks against my back as I walked down Annerley Road towards the ferry. It was early morning, winter, the kind of crisp Brisbane winter that made me curse the old Queenslander I lived in and praise the walk for warming me up. That semester, I had finally quit psychology to focus on[…]
‘You’re too smart to be a barista,’ my boyfriend says, not meaning any real slight to the noble profession; he thinks I’m floundering up here in Queensland, after following him up here for lack of anything much better to do in Adelaide, and I am really. I did kind of enjoy pouring patterns into espresso for[…]