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Back to Broadway

Monday, July 4th, 2011

Knitted street art

Since living by myself I had been feeling a little lonely, so I decided to venture back to Glebe for the day. I also needed to drop off one of my bags at the hostel that mom and I will be staying at, which was also in Glebe, so after a leisurely morning I took the train from Bondi Junction to Central Station, and then took a bus to the hostel where we had a reservation. Once I had put my bag into storage I was facing a full day with nothing else to do. I thought about taking in another movie, but there wasn’t much else I was interested in seeing, and at $15 a pop for a movie ticket I like to be sure I want to see something.

Since it was a warm 70 degree winter day and I had worked up quite a sweat hauling my suitcase around I decided to pop into the Broadway Shopping Center to grab a fruit smoothie to cool down. I hadn’t been in the Broadway center in a few weeks, and even when I had been in there most of the time I had by passed almost everything in there to get to the grocery store. So this time around, with smoothie in hand I took my sweet time. I had remembered Kaela saying that there was a pet store somewhere in the mall, and where there are pet stores there are usually puppies so I set our with that vague goal in mind.

I meandered around three floors before finding the pet store in the corner of the third floor. I did indeed find puppies, and I was not disappointed by their cuteness. With a smoothie in hand and puppies in view, my mood lifted significantly.

puppies- instant mood lifter

Cuteness is spilling out everywhere

Furry little balls of adorable

Shameless marketing ploy, I used this network while I was in the mall, and it wasn't all that. Just goes to show you that things in thongs tend to be worthless.

After a little more wandering I found myself in a book store, one of my favorite places in any mall. This one was particularly large, and as I browsed I found no shortage of things I wanted to read and own.

Anyone who is around to be looking at this book clearly survived 2009 just fine, which might be why its been marked down to $2.

I browsed through the humor and travel sections, my two favorites, and ended up leafing through this little gem:

I learned that 98% of white people are thoroughly predictable

Some memorable exerts from Christian Lander on what white people like:

TRAVEL

“White person travel can be broken into two categories- First World and Third World. First World is Europe and Japan, and man, this travel is not only beloved but absolutely essential in the development of a white person. Every white person takes at least one trip to Europe between the ages of 19 and 29. During this time they are likely to wear a backpack, stay at a hostel, meet someone from Ireland/Sweeden/Italy with whom they have a memorable experience, get drunk, see some old churches, and ride a train. What’s amazing is that all white people have pretty much the same experience, but all of them believe theirs to be the first of its kind, so much so that they return to North America with ideas of writing novels and screenplays about it. Upon returning home, they will also find an affinity for a particular beer or liquor from a country they visited. They use this as an excuse to mention their travels when at a bar. “Oh, I’ll have a Czechznlishiyush Pisner. You see, that was my favorite beer when I was traveling through Slovenia and the Czech Republic.” The second type of white person travel is Third World. This is when they venture to THailand, Africa, or South America. Some do it so that they can one-up the white people who only go to Europe. As with Europe, white people like to believe that they are the first white people to make this trip. As such, they should be recognized as special and important individuals. That’s right, by going to a country, riding around on a bus or train, staying at a hotel or hostel, and eating, they are doing something important for the world. If you are someone who lives in a country that white people liked to visit, there are some things you can do for personal gain, the best of which is to make them feel fantastic by saying how you’ve never seen a white person before, and that you are amazed by their ipod- “a device that plays that many songs? Impossible!” They might give it to you, then you can sell it for profit. Repeat as necessary.”

STUDY ABROAD

“In addition to accumulating sexual partners, binge drinking, drug use, and learning, white people consider studying abroad to be one of the most important parts of a well-rounded college education. Study abroad allows people to leave their current educational institution and spend a semester or a year in Europe or Australia. Though study abroad is offered to other places, these are the overwhelming favorites. By attending school in another country, white people are technically living in another country. This is important, as it gives them the opportunity to inert that fact into any sentence they please. “When I used to live in {insert country}, I would always ride the train to school. The people I’d see were inspiring.” If you need to make up your own study-abroad experience they all pretty much work the same way. You arrived in Australia not knowing anybody, you went out ot the bar the first night and made a lot of friends, you had a short relationship with someone from a foriegn country, you didn’t learn anything, and you acquired a taste for something (local food, beer, fruit). This latter point is important because you will need to be able to tell everyone how it is regrettably unavailable back home. It is also important that you understand the study abroad ranking system. Europe/Australia form the base level, then Asia, then South America, and finally the trump card, studying abroad in Tibet. Then there is the conversation killer of studying abroad- Africa. If you studied in Africa, it is usually a good idea to keep it quiet: it will remind white people that they were too scared to go and they will feel bad. Use this only in emergencies.”

HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH TEACHERS

“Though white parents do a good job of introducing their children to culture, literature, and creative writing, they can only take them so far before the inevitable rebellion sets in at 12 or 13. At this point, the parents must hand off their child to a high school English teacher, who is responsible for educating the child in literature, art, creative writing, and New York City. Many white people will have up to four different high school English teachers during high school, so how do they choose the “one”? While you would think that this is a complicated procedure requiring the forging of a deep bond, ungraded poetry, and the lending of extracurricular books, it really isn’t so complicated. The way that a white person identifies the “chosen one” is dependent entirely on who guides them through The Catcher and the Rye. Simple as that. The high school English teacher is instrumental in leading white people toward arts degrees and eventually careers in law, nonprofit, and media, or as high school English teachers. The latter course represents the “white circle of life.” The importance of high school English teachers goes far beyond everyday life. They have inspired such classic films as Freedom Writers, Dangerous Minds, and Dead Poets Society. In fact, white people are so convinced that teaching high school English can make a difference that the U.S. government has created “Teach for America” to accommodate the overwhelming demand from white people to teach underprivileged children about the importance of Faulkner. But how is this information of any use in day-to-day dealing with white people? Its value is twofold. First, white people who are unhappy with their jobs will often say they wish to go to graduate school or to teach high school English. So whenever a white person is complaining to you about their job, giving them the advice to become a high school English teacher is always welcomed and appreciated.”

The whole section on study abroad I found to be shockingly accurate, and even though my favorite english teacher is the one that got me through Catcher in the Rye, that isn’t why I like her. In fact, I never thougt Catcher in the Rye was all that great. I thought Holden Caulfield was just depressed and whiny. Before I knew it two hours had passed, and it was getting dark. Thats what happens when I go into book stores, hours of my life just disappear. To finish out my day I purchased an apple strudel scone at the bakery on the corner to munch on while on the train and headed back to Bondi for my last night in my swanky high rise.

Checking Out, Moving In

Thursday, February 24th, 2011

With orientation having come to a close it was time to get situated into what would become my life in Sydney. At 10 am I met up with the other students who elected to live in Glebe, which is a suburban area in the northern part of the city.

The bedroom I was leaving in the Metrion World Towers

Incredible views of Sydney from my hotel room for Orientation. The white circle looking thing in the upper right hand corner is the olympic stadium

Stunning Sydney views from the 72nd floor

My apartment in Glebe where I will be spending the next four months is very nice, and a lot more than I was expecting out of temporary student housing.

New bedroom in Glebe apt! One guess as to which bed is mine.

Out my window on the second floor.

One of the many birds of this variety that frequent the tree outside my window

Kitchen/living room/ roommates.

Kitchen with our nifty space age dishwasher drawer. Its the silver thing to the left. Its a drawer that pulls out. Whenever we put dishes in it we say we are sending them to space.

Our living room. We are going to treat the wall behind the couch as an ongoing art project and keep adding to it as the semester goes on.

Bathroom! The steam shower has a waterfall shower head that is DIVINE.

My lovely roomies. Jill (the feisty brunette) and I share a room while Kayla is living with our other roommate Courtney who was stuck in New Zeland due to the earthquake when this picture was taken

SO after I got moved in and situated to my apartment I of course wanted to get on the interent because I had been without it for five days (read: an eternity) but only one apt had their internet already set up, number 29, and I live in apt number 18. Since we were all told this, the kids living in my building have taken to sitting in the hallway to steal the wireless connection from apt 29, the inhabitants of which have been great sports about it. Its actually turned into a funny bonding experience and a quirky way to meet people. So after catching up with the world via wireless internet connection Jill and I set out to find groceries. Our apt is about a 10 minute walk from the main shopping mall here which houses a grocery store and a K-mart and Target. As you can see only the absolute best parts of American culture  have made it to Australia.

We purchased a few household items like a bath mat, hand soap for both bathrooms, extra pillows, and a shower organizer. Then we made our way to the grocery store and spent the next hour or so trying to figure out what was what. There are almost no american brands to be found in an Australian grocery store, which turns grocery shopping from a menial task into a grand guessing adventure. I think we may have gone a little overboard in terms of number of items purchases as we were loosing circulation in our fingers about 4 minutes into our 10 minute walk back to our apartment. Never the less we made it back with all of our digits in tact.

Once all the groceries were put away and we had settled in it was about dinner time. Jill and Kayla were very sweet and made three cheese tortellini with chunky tomato sauce and salad for dinner. My contribution to this, since I was told that it was their meal to cook, was a frozen tirmasu that we all ate with spoons out of the plastic container. It was a wonderful bonding girly thing to do. After the dishes had been put away in the dishwasher drawer and a few more hours had been spent sitting in the hallway stealing the wireless connection from apartment from apt 29 my two roommates and I along with one of the residents of apt 29 set out in search of some nightlife in Glebe.

We walked past a few sketchy looking dives illuminated by neon lights and not wanting to sell our bodies on this particular evening landed instead at a karoke bar. Based on the miniscule population sample I observed at this random bar I am prepared to force the following mass generalizations upon the entire population of Australia.

1) most australians appear to be tragically tone deaf and without a sense of rhythm even when not intoxicated

2) They do not produce any music in this country, either that or nobody likes australian music, as every song we heard was from the US.

and

3) Australians dance like awkward elderly white people. Meaning, with lots of peculiar hand motions and without touching the person they are dancing with at all. It’s kinda precious, they are so adorably innocent seeming even at their most inebriated.

We stayed until last call and then sang our way all the way back to our apt building. Exhausted, we all fell into bed still chatting about anything and everything.

Any reservations I had about this trip, or feelings nervousness I felt in the days prior to leaving seem far away from me now. I am so excited to be here and get to know all the people who I have met. I am so glad everyone in my life pushed me into doing this when I wavered, I am so glad I did.