I’m off to TAFE - the story of a girl who decides to give up desk dwelling and try the student lifestyle. Again.
Posted by Melissa on | February 14, 2006
Day One.
Cool kids everywhere in tight clothes. And hair. Sticky outy, layered, multi-coloured, tied back bits of hair. Behind me a gang of girls talk through the intro-session-for-new-kids and miss the important bits and then ask “What’d she say? What was that?”. And kick my chair. The mobile phone ban in class is for those girls. Who gasp at the devastating news that footwear must be covered in labs (no regulation thongs). I remember when people sniggered about going to TAFE (maybe they still do) because it was rolling in resources, over-funded and a bit of a dawdle. Lots of guys in overalls. As a new Studio Textiles student I face 25 hours of classes and have been promised much homework. Maybe fulltime work wasn’t so bad after all. I am friendless, clueless and happy as a pig in mud.
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