Thursday #22 – another Thursday and another early start for uni. Despite moving closer to uni I still somehow managed to get to uni feeling like I’d barely slept – turns out upping my sleep from 5½ hours to 6½ hours doesn’t really make much difference, I just spend less time on a bus. M-Dizzle and I rocked up late to class; proving that by moving in together, rather than my punctuality rubbing off on her, her tardiness has rubbed off on me. We sat through a lot of talks on vision impairment before going to the “low vision expo” which pretty much involved leaving the room for 20 minutes while those same people rearranged some tables and then returning to hear their spiels again, this time to a smaller crowd. Some companies tried to woo us with DVDs of their product catalogues or insane amounts of brochures, but the real winner was always going to be Guide Dogs NSW who gave us a toy puppy; and for a moment we all forgot we were twenty-somethings.
We then made our way to The Whitehouse where I managed to watch M-Dizzle devour a chicken wrap and chips (a Whitehouse favourite of all of ours) while I ate the salad I had made that morning. Turns out having to buy your own groceries makes you much more willing to eat them – there was no way I was gonna let my own hard work go to waste if any of that salad went off by me not eating it. The downside was the discovery that cider does not go with salad.
A cider down it was time to head back to class and remember that the reason drinking before class is a bad idea is because it makes you super sleepy. It’s possible that the content of the lecture wasn’t helping matters either. The Italian introduced M-Dizzle and I to a new Pictionary game on our phones and suddenly the lecture picked up. I can’t for the life of me instruct a child in vision training but I can draw a fairly decent plunger. We then hung around for an optional lecture which we had RSVP’d to mostly because of the line which said “includes catering”. Din dins was nowhere to be seen and so somehow we had become the type of students who went to optional lectures from 6-8pm and actually took notes. I’m not entirely sure how it happened and I suspect it won’t happen again. To make up for the lack of dinner, we swung by McDonalds on the way home and indulged in their new BLT range. After remarking that a quarter pounder with added bacon just looked like a heart attack waiting to happen, M-Dizzle and I both went on to order one. We remain unconvinced that this was a wise move.
After Maccas it was time to head home and catch-up on some TV. Not the most riveting of Thursdays but this new Pictionary game did allow me to once again talk about my days at the College Of Fine Arts and any Thursday where I can utter the sentence “well I went to COFA” is a good one, free movies or not.
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