Damn This Freedom!

Sitting alone in a first year Biology lecture could never be fun; but today I feel an extra burst of boredom that is so familiar this year. Staring blankly at the projection of slides on the wall, listening to a woman speak about something that I learnt more than two years ago, and trying not to think about the recent 'freedom' that I have from couple life is not my idea of a fun day. As I sat and stared and tried not to fall asleep, I wondered if I could write a blog in the remaining 30 minutes of my lesson. "That's too hard" I said to myself, and so I decided to show that annoying me that I can do whatever I want. I decided that logging onto my blog would be slightly less counter productive than hanging around on Facebook for the rest of the lecture, and Damacus has long been harrassing me to post something new on this neglected blog. It is because of this that I am not drawing Punett squares on my lecture slides.

So, to begin my now 25 minute long blog, I should first say that I am running out of things to wear to uni. Almost every combination of clothes in my cupboard has been worn, I have been raiding the drawers of my sister, and both my parents, and it is only week 5. Oh the wonder of the free dress days that we so looked forward to once a term in high school has become the annoyance and curse of no uniform university. When will people stop trying and start wearing tracksuit pants every day? I long for the day when I can wear comfortable pants and not be looked at with judging eyes; that day will come, I hope, in Winter.

Not only do we have freedom of what we wear, but we have freedom in the classes that we attend and pay attention to. Last week the only class I attended was Medieval History. I was ill on Thursday so I missed my Lab sessions, I did not attend Criminology because the lecturer has the most boring voice of all time, I skipped Biology because, as I said, the course content to this point is the same as what my sister si learning in year 11 Biology, and I missed Chemistry because physical chem is not my topic of choice. That leaves History; the only subject that I chose for fun that has no effect on my career. This freedom to miss lectures without anyone noticing that you are gone may seem great for all of you year 12 students reading this, but trust me, I am not learning anything. As much as the lazy folk like me hated the fact that attendance at school was so strictly monitered, this 'come and go as you please' attitude is hard to get used to, and if I fail to adapt I will most likely fail all of my courses.

We have the freedom to drink between classes; we have a bar and on occasion some societies will give out free alcohol to its members. $1 pots at 1pm on a Thursday at Sir John's Bar, but I have a three hour Chemistry lab after it, what is stopping me from being completely intoxicated and playing with dangerous chemicals?

University brags about the new and undiscovered freedom for ex-high school sutdents that will jump at the chance to have a lazy year after the horror and stress that VCE thrust upon them, but how many of us will drown in this freedom, jump in too deep and be unable to save themselves even by using uni-survival backstroke? I think, or hope, that I have realised in time that I can no longer see the beach of responsibility, the land of my future, that I still know in which direction to swim-study to safety, and that the current of sleep-ins, parties, and televisons series on DVD that I have always wanted to watch will not drag me out to forever me lost in the vast ocean of lazyness and unemployment. Save yourselves; the floaties of high school and the boogey board of teachers can no longer help you get to shore. Learn to swim before it is to late, I hope that I do. I think that metaphor has now officialy been killed.

With only 5 minutes left (yes that last part took me a while but I was actually looking at the pictures on the slides; I like pedigrees, ok), all I have to say is that too much freedom can never be a good thing. I must now pack up and be disappointed with how short this was, but I did my best with the time given and that annoying noise in the background; yes I mean the lecturer. Thanks for reading.
-Renji