Down a dark dark road there was a... well lit servo, and in that well lit servo there was a stack of newspapers, and in that stack of newspapers was a list of 65,513 names, and in those 65,513 names there was an university offer for each, and of those 65,513 names, I was one.
Late this evening my brother realised that all offers would have been published in
SMH. With that knowledge he dragged me out of the house to go find out what I got offered.
There at the
Caltex Servo on
Military Rd, I discovered what i was offered. Today... I got offered a place in the
Bachelor of Science/Masters of Nursing degree at The University of Sydney!
The artists impression says it all really :D. There we were, standing over the
ice cream fridge, newspaper
in front of us while we were reading
through the plethora of names to find out what I was offered. When we found out what 511914 meant, Alex got all excited, went to hug me and headbutted me in the process.
Then and there, I felt like a tool... BUT i was a HAPPY tool and it also helped me feel less tool-like as i saw other
HSC grads coming in and picking up a paper to find out what they got.
Me? I didn't buy the paper, but not for the reason you think... NO I'm not that cheap, It's just that Alex subscribed to
SMH and we'd have gotten it in the morning.
Anyway
there's a chronology of events. The red on the second last one, is a circling of my name and offer... albeit very unclear, if you click on it and look closely you'll see
TIAN, CD
Happiness much?
-Charles
I just got my new timetable for first semester today. I don't know what to think of it... it really is somthing, first off, a count up of all the classes gives me a total of 23 hours in class a week. Almost an entire day of learning... Darn double degree... anyway here is my timetable as follows (atleast for the moment... i haven't decided if i like it enough to have it changed.)
You might remember, a little while ago, i made a post which featured DOOFERS. Ok that was almost a month ago. In the time between then and now i have since come to be employed by the company that utlizes these doofers. Yes that's right I now work for BURGERFUEL NEWTOWN
Down a dark dark road there was a... well lit servo, and in that well lit servo there was a stack of newspapers, and in that stack of newspapers was a list of 65,513 names, and in those 65,513 names there was an university offer for each, and of those 65,513 names, I was one.
Sina is going away, off to a place that I can't pronounce (didn't hear it properly when told so I'm not going to try embarrass myself) either way, he's going for a year, so a whole bunch of us who are pals with Sina got together and had fun with him. Now if you look at the photo here you might notice what it says on the white thing that Sina is holding. If you can't read it, it says "note: only open on the plane". Now any of you smart cookies out there would realise as I did, the hilarity of the situation. Sina is Persian (a region that is mostly now modern day Iran), he's carrying a package, of which he has no idea what the contents are (does this remind you of the Bali 9 or Chapelle Corby?) and it has, marked on the side, open on the plane...
Meet Pavey and Daniel DT. These boys are funny dudes, and today was a perfect example of such. For dinner they decided to split a pizza, after finishing that they proceeded to scab food off others all the while laughing at their skill in getting food off others. They went through Beavis's left over ribs, Fil's left over ribs, David's pancakes, Nitzan's pancakes and Worsely's pancakes. In fact I'm sure there's more but i can't seem to remember at the moment. To say that they felt sick afterwards, is a bit of a "go figure" kind of statement.
