College Life

Well, with life back at college getting back into the groove of things again after a three week holiday, it is time to recount some things that I have been up to for the last week and a half.

We have, as part of an intercollegiate competition, something called the Sir Frank Kitto Cultural Competition between the seven colleges at UNE. This competition is to encourage students at Uni that aren't into sport or other activities like that, but are more into art, craft, public speaking, debating, writing poetry or stories and acting. So far this year, the competition has had the public speaking section (already discussed in a previous post). This term is full of activities, such as Art and Craft, Theatre Sports, Short Story and Poetry and Small Music Ensemble.
Because I enjoy both the cultural and sporting competitions I enter in events in both that I know I can help the college with. That is why I have given the co-ordinators of this college a couple of pictures that I drew a week ago, hoping that they might be accepted into the inter-college part of the competition after the competition in college to get a place. They are pencil sketches of my left hand. Sounds boring, but let me assure you, drawing your left hand with your right is a fairly hard thing to do, with the light changing, let alone your hand wanting to cramp up every now and then.
Along with this, Small Music Ensemble rehearsals have begun. I don't know whether I will be accepted in among the singers (there are only going to be 6 singers - 15 people only allowed to be on stage for the performance). If I'm not, though, I won't be pining, as I have been in it for the last three years, and I think, with a couple of seconds and a third, it's alright that I won't be in it if that is what they wish - there were 8/9 of us trying out.

I, with two other people, have a group critique that we have to 'present' to the class tomorrow for education. This group critique is to generate discussion about the social justice distinctions in society. Sounds boring? Well, it is. Some of it. It's actually quite interesting in some respects, but when you are reading the same thing over and over again, you get tired of it, as no doubt some of you have already learned. This critique tomorrow is about social classes, and the problems of them in the classroom. I had a good reading to study as part of the group, and the questions I have made up to start discussion on it, I hope will inspire people other than the usual conscientious few take part in discussion. If not, then tough luck. They won't learn to open their mouths to take part in discussion is their own decision. Can't force them.

Anyway, apart from this dreary life of mine, college food has been interesting, and, sometimes, even edible. J/k. Tonight, though, was Indian Night (the kitchen likes to have a theme night every now and then), and it wasn't good. I'm not a huge one for spicy food...and they had chilies in each dish! Woohoo!

Oh well. Life does go on...or so I've been told...
Ciao!