Basically, my three plane rides were long, uncomfortable, and terrifying, but there were no crashes. And really, what more can you ask for? I tried sleeping on the 13 hour flight, but every time I dozed off, I woke up to extreme turbulence & then frantically wondered who would find my lifeless body at the bottom of the Pacific. The only redeeming quality was the on demand movies (I knew we were gonna be okay as long as I Love You, Man was still playing)
Australia is pretty sweet. It's winter here. When the pilot announced it was a cool 10 degrees here, I had a moment of shock and extreme distress. That's when I remembered they use Celsius. Then I was fine. That's when I remembered I have no idea what 10 degrees Celsius means. For those of you who are straight Fahrenheit, it's like 50 degrees. Which is cold. But not really.
The school is huuuuuuugeee. Like 40,000 students huge. That's quite a jump coming from little WashU where everyone knows everyone. In some areas of campus I feel like I'm in a rainforest with the trees and exotic birds. Oh and the turkeys. At least that's what these creatures appear to be.
I have a little dorm room to myself. Apparently the Aussies don't believe in insulation or heat because it's freezing in my room and it's only mid afternoon. Also, I'm back to community bathrooms, which, let's be real- I'm all for camaraderie and sharing, but they're kinda gross. And fun fact: Australia is perpetually in a drought, so we are limited to 4 minute showers. Yeah right.
It's bizarre thinking of myself as an international student. But here I am, in a place where I have the accent, where the currency is weird (don't get me started on these $2 coins), where I can't even fully understand the temperature. Cheers, mates!
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