Friday, June 29, 2012

June 29.

Five weeks to go. Do you know how fast five weeks goes?? I mean, I've been home for three and it feels like a couple days!

(Also, blowing my mind that I've been home for three weeks! Shite, time moves so much faster up and over the hill!)

I'm in Perth today. Yeah, sorry to my little sis, Mim, never did get lunch to catch up with you. No, instead I was booking my tickets. My airline tickets. With five weeks to spare. That is organisation at its finest!
However, it all went fine, no little pop-ups telling me I wasn't allowed in the country! Okay, truth to come out, I didn't do it. I sat back looking pretty while my mumma did the talking. Sorry, I lie again. I sat back looking pretty texting Courtney while my mumma did the talking! I am so lazy!

(Probably for the best. The agent pissed me off with five minutes of sitting down so I probably would have never of got them booked if not for Mum!) 
I've only got a few more things to organise before I go, travel insurance, clothes, packing, stuff like that. It seems so close but still so far away!
Maybe not that far away...

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

June 13th.


So, I didn’t get as much cleansing done as I was hoping, however, I did want to share what eighteen months’ worth of a writer’s uni workload looks like after their finished with it!  


BURN SUCKER!

It’s not impeccably clear, but there are two stacks of paper in there. One is in the centre, the other off to the right. Each was about two to three centimetres thick, and that was maybe a third of the pile. I would have had over two thousand sheets of printouts, stories, drafts, assignments stacked around the place. 
Well, all gone now! 
And, I’m awarded two points because I still have my eyebrows!  

I think perhaps it’s time to throw all my work from year 12 now, too... Soooo, bon fire at mine?

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

June 12th.


Such Slackness! 

Things have happened and I haven’t even written about them!

Firstly, and probably most excitedly, ECU has officially said goodbye to us. 
(I think they want to get rid of us!) 
So… uh, okay, rewind. I was going to talk about the people that I’m going over with, but I haven’t introduced you all to them yet!

So let’s settle in and get our Pitbull on… To understand the future, we gotta go back in time.

I am an awful person. You all are probably thinking, ‘and she’s just realising this?’. No, honestly. 
So, the date is the 9th of May and the exchange office is holding a US consulate session for all those unlucky non-US citizens that have to fork out to get a visa --snicker--. This morning, in Authorship and Publication (a unit I'm doing this first semester), we were working on our monographs. This is the snooty, literary term for a short story. The first one I read, I liked; it was just that it was too big of a story to fit into our 2500 word limit, it jumped all over the place and, well, I thought it wasn’t particularly realistic. I told the author of the work so. Not in a mean way, in a constructive criticism sort of way. 
I should have kept my mouth SHUT
Because, when I walked into the consulate session, low and behold, there she sat, the only other person in the room. Earth, please, eat me up! 
She was nice about the whole ordeal when I sat with her. I apologised and she informed me that it was a creative non-fiction work. FACE-PALM! Christ, everything made sense then. And as a creative non-fic, it wasn’t too bad! A little rough; it was the first draft so that’s understandable, but over all a really courageous story. And I’d totally shredded it. I apologised again, naturally. Somewhere, she found it in herself to forgive and forget and introduce herself. Introducing Karina
The similarities between us were oddly spooky for two strangers who’d met that morning. We both are writers. We both are US citizens and going over on passports. And we both are heading to Colorado.

Fast-track to the 4th of June and I’m sitting in Dome, in Ellenbrook, talking with school friends: Tash, Courtney and Rachel. So, here’s the thing, not only does Courtney know the one girl who spent first semester at UNC, but another who is attending in the second. 
I mean, apart from me!

Emily. She gave me her details and, of course, I facebook stalk her. It’s alright; Courtney admitted that she’d given my details to Emily too so she could facebook stalk me too! I hesitantly FB messaged her to introduce myself, praying that Courtney had been truthful to me when she’d given me her name. 
She would do something like that to me… 
I have wonderful friends that I love and that love me back. 
Can you tell? 
Well, she must love me because it was the right Emily. Introducing Emily. I think we may be complete opposites; I think I’m going to get on well with her.
There are four of us going from ECU. The last is a boy named Dan. I think. I don’t really know him yet, but as soon as I do, I will introduce him, too.

Jumping forward a few more days, and we’re caught up to the 8th of June. The day ECU said goodbye. A little fact that I haven’t yet shared is that I was a successful applicant to be an ECU exchange ambassador at UNC! It’s another one of those fancy terms, pretty much just saying that I get some money from the Uni and have to attend a few events. Meh, like I wasn’t not going to go to them anyway! I am also required to keep a blog about my experiences over there, directed to potential exchange students. It’s a joint effort with Emily. You should go check it out; it might be interesting. 
Now, back to the start. So, ECU said goodbye to us at the Joondalup Tav. We were all told before we got there that we were to be on our best behaviours because important people and the Vice Chancellor would be there.
 Another fun fact: did you know ECU is in the top 100 best university's in the world? 
Go figure; apparently we sit at lucky 100!
Take that UWAians, Murdockians and Curtainians.

The session gave us outgoing students the opportunity to talk to the exchange students who have just finished their semester here from the university that we will soon be attending and returned exchange students from ECU. 
There, I met Kendra (again, I think. Cripes, I gotta get better at this name thing!) 
I asked her what sort of weather I’d be flying into in August in Colorado. She had such a cute accent. I kept asking her questions just to hear her talk… I can’t wait for all the people to sound all cute and weird when they talk. So mature, I know! 
Anyway, back to the temperature. She replied to me in her little drawl, "It’s hot, usually about 25 to 30 degrees". In the middle of summer? Then, she told me, "It’s not like here, it’s more of a dry heat."
 HA. I think I can handle dry heat.
 She was really lovely and helpful, if not a little confused to what hot is. However, I'm sure she'll be like "This isn't cold!" and I'll be freezing my butt off in layers and layers of clothing! 
She and a boy, whose name evades me, both from UNC, told us that we had to do various things. Attend a football and softball match; go the Blue and Gold!
(Is it ironic that I was in those two factions? Gold in primary school, and Blue in High?)
I really wanted to share this pic I totally stole from the UNC viewbook!

 I didn't believe Dad when he said they used to play in the snow. 
Faithful daughter, now!
However, doesn't it look like a heap of fun? 
*Cough cough* Courtney Turner?


I’m going to have to get someone to explain the point of the game tho… like, apart from winning. It’s not weird for a girl to admit to wanting to watch the cheerleaders at half time too, is it? I mean, it’s a winter sport and their dancing around in teeny tiny clothing… he he he… I promise pictures! 
Also, apparently I have to go snowboarding, so comment up your tips for me from those who have been! 
And September means homecoming events, eep… I’m a little excited for that one with all the college spirited hullabaloo that comes with it! 
I also want to go ice skating outside. I want to build a snowman. Or something that somewhat resembles one that I can throw a scarf around and shove a carrot in the middle of its face.

Other little fun facts since I last posted:
  •  I went ice skating the other weekend, spontaneously, with my h/s friend, Rachel. P.S. if some cute boy comes up to me at an ice rink in Colorado and asks if I’ve ever skated before, I am undoubtedly going to lie! The answer is NO, people. I’m actually a pretty good skater; for someone who’s so damn clumsy on the ground, it doesn’t show on the ice. Anyway point being: my phone got stolen. I can look at it now and say it was a bit of a blessing  because my iPhone was getting a little slow and was on its way out. However, it really could have happened another way. You have no idea how much your phone is your life until its gone! So, this meant that I could upgrade my phone, I'm not taking a camera to the states because the camera in my phone is awesomeness and, really, it is much more convenient to carry around in its slimlinedness design. It doesn't have the range of cases, however. I'm a little disappointed that I can't continue the craziness of cases.
  • My cousin got engaged. As in, my cousin who I haven’t seen for ten super long years and that, in a few months, I will reside in the same state as! The extra exciting thing is that she’s actually getting married while I’m there. I'm still in the process of planning how to get there and what not, but, hopefully, it will all work out for me, I'll be able to go to a wedding and, meet, for the first time, a heap of rellies. And, of course, have bunches of fun.
  • I finished up my semester at ECU. (No surprise there, it had to come around eventually!) I did feel a little sad driving out of the car park onto Central Ave after my one and only exam, knowing it would be 2013 before I would potentially study in one of those class rooms again! It brought up old memories of when I first moved to Perth into the Village. And what times I had there. My Sopie. Things I was going to miss. Ah, such sentimentalities from a silly girl! 
  • I’m in the process of booking my air tickets and organising my parents. I set up Skype on my mum’s computer as well as my sister’s iPhone and grandmother’s computer (the internet is more stable here than in Goomalling!). Just got to show Mum how to use it now! I promised that I would be connected at all times, just in case she needs to contact me. Look under my 'Remember me!' page for all my contact details if you wanna hit me up on Skype, too!
  • With the awful weather we’ve been having in Perth this week, I’ve committed tomorrow to starting tying up loose ends here in Perth, so that I’m not living in two places at once like I have seemed to be doing for so many years! I’ve decided to use this time to de-clutter and generally throw shit out! I’m hoping it will be as cleansing as I’m predicting it to be. But if I post in a few days that I still haven’t got around to it, well, then, it wasn’t so cleansing.

So, I’m thinking I’ve rambled enough. Got to leave some things for another day.
<3

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

May 1st.


I had my appointment at the US consulate today to get my American passport… cos I’m cool like that! 

(And a cheapskate… a visa was gonna cost more! Who would have thought?!)

So, that place has about as much security as an airport! And, I’m not going to lie to you, it made me just a little bit more than a little nervous a.k.a terrified! Undoubtedly, it had me on my best behaviour! 

It really didn’t help that everyone was looking at me weirdly because I’d brought my parents with me, even though I was over 18 and a legal US citizen. 

 I’m sorry that they love me and I wanted someone to hold my 

hand to see your very scary faces!!


I wasn’t even allowed to take my handbag or phone up to the actual consulate. No, only paperwork and money. My dearest belongings had to stay behind, locked up in a cell like an offending criminal… they’re innocent I tell you, INNOCENT. (Jokes! and still wondering how they picked me to represent Australia in the US?!?!) 

Any who, it was slightly covert operations-ish… and I felt like the secret service were going to come out any minute and be like ‘first daughter is leaving the building. Repeat, the first daughter is leaving the building’! (--Brain wave-- Ooo… See, I could be adopted and still be an US citizen, parents!) (Also, random fact: The First Daughter, staring Katie Holmes before she was attacked by the sleazyball, was one of approximately five DVD's the boarding house, affiliated with the school I attended in year 8, owned and would let us watch, other included 10 Things I hate about you and Blue Crush! I may have watched them a gazillion or so times...)

But, they didn’t, and my parentage held for another day (damn my non-adoption). 

Luv and Smooches…
 <3 

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

April 18th.


  • Power
  • Of
  • Positive
  • Thinking


I got enrolled today.

Finally.

Enrolments opened on the 13th; so I was there, on morning of the 13th… only to realise that it was still the 12th in Colorado… Mmm… right! Opps! (Back with that damn time difference!)
So, the night of the 13th here, I got down to enrolling. And I was so good! I got myself around the site just fine, took forever, but I managed it. The enrolments here compared to over in America are so different!
So much is so different!

Anyway, when I picked all my subjects, I clicked the little button that said ‘Confirm’. Thank you, very much!

But life cannot be that easy for Jessi, of course! Because all my subjects were 2nd or 3rd year subjects, they all had prerequisites on them (again, of course!). So none of them would let me enrol. I did what I normally did when life gets too hard, too late at night: moaned, shut my laptop, pushed it away, crossed my arms and sulked with my bottom lip dropped. I am so not mature enough to be heading overseas! :P

Within ten minutes I’d realised that it wasn’t going to fix itself with me just pouting about it, so again, I pulled up my email account and sent off an email to the man who’d fixed my problems before (God bless you sir!!) and waited. It just had to be a Friday, didn’t it?

In the meantime, I’d discussed my timetable wishes to my Mumma again. In case you’re wondering, we do talk. A lot! It went on something like this… ‘my first semester of my first year, I only had classes Tuesday arvo, all-day Wednesday, Thursday morning… It was heaven… I’d like to have something like that again! That way I could go exploring over my weekly long weekend…’ Well, start your engines and put on your walking shoes ‘cause we’re going exploring!

Mr Sir, who has been God-blessed above, emailed me back by today, and what a long five days it has been, refreshing my email account feverishly over the weekend with no avail. But when he did email me back, he brought good news. All the pre-req’s had been lifted! --WOOHOO!--

My lecture was thankfully very boring this morning, so there I sat with iPad at hand, re-rescheduling my timetable. Don’t worry, I looked up once or twice and nodded, very seriously, just to make it look like I was listening!… Anyway… àmore fluff à pressing confirm, and sure enough, a nice little timetable of Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday popped up… And, all in the afternoon, so I can be a slobby teen again who doesn’t wake up until some god-awful hour of the afternoon and rushes off to lectures with an apple in hand for breakfast and pillow lines still on her face. (I really want to say jokes… but I know one Sophie Klem who would testify that my sleeping habits are that outrageous when they are allowed to be!) Meh.

Who's the pretty little schedule? You are! Hehe.


On another note. Kaelyn Jeppson still hasn’t replied to my email… --sniff sniff-- I’m not that weird, am I? Okay, don’t answer that!

Jerks!
With luvs and kisses!
<3 

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

April 4th.

Ok, so most who are reading this will know the faith I have in the power of positive thinking and the notion of thanks.
No?
Well, I do!
It’s just a little quirk of mine.
Like how I don’t believe in coincidences.
Certain people or situations come into my life for a reason.

Moving away from the psychology lesson, here’s the story. Yesterday, the 3rd of April, I got a forwarded email from Mum to say that I needed to pay my bond for the UNC living arrangements. So, I got on the phone to Mumma, got her credit card deets (thank you Mummy!) and paid it, with the outcome being that I could finally pick a room! Eeep! -- girly squeal here --

I got onto the housing site, printed out the instructions (that I never actually followed) and went to book a room. Only it wouldn’t let me. You all know that not being able to do something, right then, when I want to do it, frustrates the hell out of me. I fiddled with my roommate preferences for about an hour, thinking maybe I’d done something wrong, before succumbing to defeat and emailing the CIE (Centre of International Education a.k.a. blessed, wonderful people). Then, cursing the time difference. Cause it was 10 am here… but 8 at night there… suck! So then I waited.

I checked my email late that night to see if I had anything from the CIE, but nothing!

This morning I was up and at ‘em early… Amy was picking me up at ten-past-seven to carpool to Uni, so I didn’t have time to check emails before I left the house. When I called her at 7.15… she was still in bed, asleep. But, that’s another story you can bug Amy about! Laugh at her, please.
We got to Uni at around 8.30, just in time for the third person of our little eco trip, Sam, to get to class, but plenty of time to boot up my computer and, you guessed it, check ma emails. And, sure enough, there was one sitting patiently for me ready to open. Apparently, my room was being organised for me. 
Funny, could have mentioned that!

--Sad face-- to --happy face-- when I saw what room I got. I hate heights; it runs in the family. But I love living up high. I learnt that little treasure when I was living at the ECU Village, here in Perth, last year. So, I was hoping for one of the rooms on a high floor. I’d discussed this with Mumma earlier on one of our many drives late summer. My room number is 566B in North Hall (it’s where all the exchange students go). This means I am on the 5th floor of a 6 storey building. Room 566, and offshoot B. Funny that… cause that’s just where I’d focused my energy on when I was looking at the floor plans! *Oh the wonders of this world*
My roommates name is Kaelyn Jeppson... I sent her an email this morning introducing myself… it gave me the option so I ran with it! ;) Except, I think I need to stop letting my fingers think for themselves to random strangers; I may have come off sounding a little cooky. Meh.
So thankful for all I’ve been given.
Hugs and love to all. And peace around the world.
<3

Friday, March 30, 2012

And it begins.


I know I’m strange, but I scare myself even with this one.


This is a seed from which so many things grow. Persistence is the fertile soil it’s planted in. Thousands of words, thrown together in garbled sentences, is the water that breaks its shell. Chance and more than a little luck pushes the tiniest of green shoots through. Early mornings and long hours pulls the roots down further, anchoring it, stabilising it. Laughter, cursing and blaring music makes the first leaves unfold; three people in fluorescent shirts, its sun. 

The summer that fell into place.

By the time it becomes a sapling, the seed doesn’t matter anymore; we focus for the tree. We forget that this time between the not there yet and it’s over creates the layers and rings that makes it so much more interesting.

To watch this:                                                                              




Become this:
 





To feel and have to control that bubbling excitement of maybe. The excitement smells sweet. The fear shades the ground when the sun gets too bright. I've spent more hours than I think possible scouting the Internet for more information. Always more. Words have brought me to my feet. A sentence took my breath away.

Congratulations on your acceptance.

Somewhere in the past year, my life began to revolve around this. I have made friendships that kept me entertained and sane over this summer, employed by CBH, missing those people terribly when suddenly we’re not spending 11+ hours a day in a 20-foot vicinity of each other.

For a semester that was more focused on paperwork for exchange and not to do with my degree. For hours of chatter in the back of the library on a Wednesday, fighting with the wireless network, developing another friendship that inspired a choice to follow the same path as me. For my ability to help lead down that path.

I wrote one word in the orientation session that started all this. Overseas. It was in regards to where ECU could take me. Just over a year later, I'm getting confirmation that I'm going overseas. 

From all the ‘coincidences’, to its consistent simplicity; I cannot doubt this.

I stopped saying please, and started saying thank you