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Feb. 26th, 2003 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hnpccI am feeling so old.
It's Orientation week.
And I've just discovered that "mature" age students are aged 23 and above.
I feel *so* old. I finished high school before most of these first years started preps *sigh*.
Monash's O-week is very different to how I remember Melbourne's being. Much less alcohol, much more emphasis on departmental 'academic' activities. Like enrolling for tutes and meeting lecturers and things.
I went to lots of departmental activities during my O-week at Melbourne, especially the ones involving alcohol. Some of them were even for departments I was studying in. I also went to a lot of non-departmental activities, mostly involving pubs and occasionally involving crawls. Some of these (again) were even organised by societies of faculties I was studying with.
At least today there was the Clubs and Societies doing things, and it started to look vaguely like what I think O-weeks should look like rather than being a mostly deserted campus with groups of confused looking students wandering around helplessly looking for lecture theatre S4.
I had part one of the mouse course yesterday, and that made me feel ancient. The majority of people there are either just starting Honours (ages 21-22) or just starting PhDs (22-23). Some of them talked throughout all the lectures. I couldn't hear. I was the nerdy old person sitting up the front because they'd forgotten their glasses and couldn't see the slides otherwise (forget the overheads, I couldn't even tell if there was anything up there without glasses on) complaining about the noise because I can't focus on the lecturer's voice with the background murmur.
Mice. Bleh. Rats. Bleh. Rabbits. Bleh. Sheep look more interesting, but I don't think I'll be working with them. (Hopefully of course we'll employ an animal tech before the plants need to be started and I won't work with them at all.)
Bleh.
It's Orientation week.
And I've just discovered that "mature" age students are aged 23 and above.
I feel *so* old. I finished high school before most of these first years started preps *sigh*.
Monash's O-week is very different to how I remember Melbourne's being. Much less alcohol, much more emphasis on departmental 'academic' activities. Like enrolling for tutes and meeting lecturers and things.
I went to lots of departmental activities during my O-week at Melbourne, especially the ones involving alcohol. Some of them were even for departments I was studying in. I also went to a lot of non-departmental activities, mostly involving pubs and occasionally involving crawls. Some of these (again) were even organised by societies of faculties I was studying with.
At least today there was the Clubs and Societies doing things, and it started to look vaguely like what I think O-weeks should look like rather than being a mostly deserted campus with groups of confused looking students wandering around helplessly looking for lecture theatre S4.
I had part one of the mouse course yesterday, and that made me feel ancient. The majority of people there are either just starting Honours (ages 21-22) or just starting PhDs (22-23). Some of them talked throughout all the lectures. I couldn't hear. I was the nerdy old person sitting up the front because they'd forgotten their glasses and couldn't see the slides otherwise (forget the overheads, I couldn't even tell if there was anything up there without glasses on) complaining about the noise because I can't focus on the lecturer's voice with the background murmur.
Mice. Bleh. Rats. Bleh. Rabbits. Bleh. Sheep look more interesting, but I don't think I'll be working with them. (Hopefully of course we'll employ an animal tech before the plants need to be started and I won't work with them at all.)
Bleh.
