When I first set foot on ANU campus on Open Day in 2014, I took one look at the melee of students and the beautiful cherry blossom trees covering University Avenue and knew this was a place where I could spend the next five years of my life. That was the easy decision. But since I was from Melbourne and would need a place to live, I also needed to find a new home. Both my parents had lived in a college during their university days, so it seemed pretty straightforward for me to follow in their footsteps.
It’s 8am and I’ve been rudely awakened. Why did Hero pick the 9am tutorial on Monday? Surely someone told her to have better sense than that. I sluggishly boot up for her to check the location of her class, the Lost on Campus website providing the answer as always. It’s in Coombs. Oh great. The place is a rabbit’s warren of three hexagons over three levels which never really seem to match up. We’re bound to be late.
If you are reading this… congratulations, you are vastly more prepared for university than I was. No seriously, it turns out that my application to university hadn’t gone through and it was only until February that I knew where I was headed. By then, I had a few days to find accommodation and genuinely thought I was going to be homeless.