After talking to one of my friends going to university in Melbourne, JSchool sounds even better then it did last year.
Sam (my friend) is travelling two hours a day to and from uni to attend confusing lectures with people who barely talk to him. Comparing this to our three-day week, barbeques and excursions to plays and the opera and it sounds like I’m in heaven. I thought my girlfriend’s foray into a hospitality course was easy; they had two classes dedicated to drinking and the teacher would habitually turn up drunk.
University sounds crap to be blunt and the friendships that are developing look to stand the test of time.
What other class room could you find Finnish fashion lover, a self obsessed 19-year-old (not Stevie), a Japanese teacher, a Napalese freedom fighter and a mysterious man who has story for every event.