Thursday, June 28, 2012

Hangovers: What do you do with a month off in Australia?

3 years ago I went to HEB on Hopkins in San Marcos, and I bought a pack of note cards. Those 3 x 6 cards were going to help me get into school. I would write down their information, their admission criteria, whatever I needed to.

It started with Florida State and I (like ya do) ended up losing that pack of notes – I would have loved to see if there was a mention of the University of Queensland. My email says I contacted 33 schools about getting in - all of them said no.  

I started this on a porch in San Marcos... 


 ...and ended it on a porch in Brisbane…



When I moved here I didn’t expect to be doing what I’ve done over the last 2 weeks. I’ve started to re-watch the West Wing, I also started season 10 of E.R. I’ve won 2 superbowls on xbox, and had 2 massages over 3 weeks.

I figured I’d be sand boarding down sand dunes, or skydiving over Byron. I figured I’d be in Sydney every other weekend, or at the beach writing this. I assumed I’d have a motorcycle, but forgot they drive on the ‘wrong’ side of the road here. I thought I'd be here...all the time:



I assumed I’d be chillin, I guess I’m just used to working.

I haven’t had to write any papers, call any banks, teach any classes, or email any program directors. I haven’t had any lattes to make, any burritos to roll, any patients to code, and there is certainly no laundry to be done.

Wait; check that, this shirt smells iffy.

I didn’t expect to not have anything to do. This is the first time in 3 years I haven't had any school to email, any classes to teach, anything 'else' going on. 

In San Marcos it was Korea, in Korea it was grad-school, in Austin it was Australia.

Now its just school, and nothing else. Finally...

Though, I’m a little freaked out by the lack of emails and the lack of objectives – but its finally nice to sit back and be into school. I’ve worked for 3 years to make this happen, 2 weeks off may be needed. 

I know I’ll end up regretting lying around watching TV in a country that I’ve barely seen. Sydney will cost a grand, Perth will be 800, and Melbourne will be around 500. I’ll (hopefully) have a job next semester, and a similar schedule so I think I’ll do the responsible thing and wait it out. It seemed to work well in Korea.

I did the same thing in Korea during my summer break (all of 4 days), I just watched TV. It could be time to do that. To not work through 4 countries before I get into fucking grad school. Damn this was a pain in this ass.

I never regretted watching Son’s of Anarchy…

I’ll always regret leaving Korea, and always think that I should have been on that bike instead of in front of the TV - but that regret is inconsiderate of the previous year I had in that amazing life – something that is never going to happen again. It’s inconsiderate of the patients waiting in Austin, or the professors in Brisbane.

It’s inconsiderate of this: 



Applying that same theory to Brisbane every day, I ignore the cold and rainy weather Brisbane is (apparently) known for during its “winter” and I head down to Coffee Club at Toowong. I’ll sit there, have a cup, and read the New York Times.

…damn I’m getting old. 

Everything costs money here, a sandwich is 8 bucks and a coke is 4. 12 bucks for lunch on a random Tuesday is rough – but just think of how much a night out drinking will cost. Every beer I buy is canceling my ticket to Melbourne, that is prolly why West Wing is of the highest priority.



These 2 weeks have been brilliant, and as any 26 year old single dude should do...I’m gonna go have a few beers at the Piggy and enjoy a good night. Tomorrow I’m gonna spend 3 cups of coffee with and Jason and Deb, 2 hours of scholarships, and the rest on TV and xbox. I have no desire to go to the opera at Queens Street tomorrow…

Sometimes I guess, I just live here and I’m not ‘visiting’ here…

Its weird when ya start getting to that 6 month mark, I’m realising I don’t want to go out tonight and I don’t want to go to the Opera. It hit me in Korea too, I realised that I live here, and I’ve got damn near a 18 months to do things:

- Get a Masters degree
- Touch the Great Barrier Reef
- Skydive in New Zealand
- Ride this: 


 And go here:


- Drop a pin in the Sydney Opera House
- Get in a World War II fighter plane
- Drink a beer on the South Pole 

Tomorrow is not the time for that, it will be soon...
 

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Let the Good Times Roll: Studying Cybernetics

  

Sunday June 10th, 9:55 AM
I woke up at 9 to a rainy Brisbane morning, and I realised I broke that beer bottle the other night when my foot reeked with pain as I sat in my hammock. Damnit, what a way to start the morning. But that birthday was good times...

10:16 AM:
My Austin radio DJs Jason and Deb quickly change my poor morning into a hysterical one with their “I love you call.” Deb calls a random business in the country, she can't tell them she’s on the radio or what the game is about – just has to get them to say “I love you.” Doesn’t sound as funny here, you just got to hear it. 101x.com.

10:45 AM: New Swamp
Brett, Janet, Annan and I sat down about what the apartment is going to be like next semester, a 2 bedroom with a tiny porch and a massive garden, rather than a kick ass view of the city. Its up there somewhere, I think the second from the top - actually the first floor. Hilly area...


1:14 PM: Studies
I’ve got one more final, 5 chapters to read over Family Therapy Systems.


3:15 PM: Breaks
Coffee break was at this mediocre place called “the spot.” The spot is a coffee place that closes at 4:30 and has terrible coffee. First world problems I guess. Its right around the corner and doesn't require a train. The Korean dude there is really cool: 

(me): anyonghasayo!!
(him): dude, i'm canadian...
(me): ...damn


4:33 in Indro at Earth Coffee – I got the (cabin) fever
Sitting in my room at my desk for the last 6 hours forced me to get the hell out of this place. I took the bus this time down to Indro, and sat with my book and learned about cybernetics. I get it now. I think, only the test on Wednesday will tell the truth.

Yesterday I took the train from Taringa to Indro, all of one stop away, and saw my favourite barista “Simone." She makes me the best iced-lattes, and she’s quite easy on the eyes ;) Still can’t get over that accent…

Its just creepy to ask a girl you barely know to take a picture with you...

...i'll have to get to 'know' her.

I headed down station road (which reminds me a bit of congress ave in Austin). Different from Congress (avenue that is) it’s a tiny area with not anything to do, other than beers at Indro Hotel. Either way, Earth coffee is still amazing. Here's Indro:

Gotta love Indro Hotel: Its a bar...

On my way back I grabbed Hungry Jacks (read: Burger King) and climbed the Everest that is the hill to our apartment. Man, I’m out of shape…


8:00 PM
I’m finished for the night working on this test, and I’ve come to realise how much I love this time off. It’s not just off from school stuff, but off from living in Australia. From always feeling the need to go traveling, see a beach, discover a new part of town, hug a koala, or fight a kangaroo. It’s brilliant; it’s just me and an episode of West Wing right now.

9:33 PM
I just saw someone get pulled over. Which reminds me of Sunday after my grocery run:
           
            (me): “…shit” (I missed the last step of the train station stairs)
                 [about 5 minutes later]
            (cop): “you look familiar mate. You look like someone I arrested earlier”
                        (me thinks): did I get arrested? No. Right? Yah, no. Not yet!
            (me): “really? I moved to Brisbane about 4 months ago sir”
            (cop): “where ya from mate? Sir? We don’t say that here!”
            (me): “pardon that, I’m from Texas, sir”
                        (me thinks): cop told me one time on 35 that he’s “not a dude” and I                                     should not call this guy mate.
            (cop):” texas huh? Well, it was a while ago I arrested this guy, and he defiantly                                     wasn’t texan. Have a good one mate, I appreciate the respect. “
            (me): cheers man!

Did I just say cheers to a cop? Shit…Oh well. That was fun, I’m glad I look like a criminal in the eyes of the Australian police. 

Oh life, the other day I was at Wordsmith's coffee place on campus. Great place: 

 
 I was talking to a professor-friend of mine the other day at Wordsmiths and we started chatting about the semester, here’s the gist.

The hardest part of this semester was learning how to learn: meaning, that my professors demanded objectivity of something as subjective as the human experience and psychology. Counselling does work, but it's just a matter of which one will work for who - hence the subjectivity.

What I've learned over the last few months cannot be put into words, rather it can be measured by the ways I converse and adapt to my patient. That’s the annoying part, that I will never be 100 percent correct in the way I do “something.” I don’t like those odds, but that’s the reality. Counselling in essence is definitely not what I thought it was going to be – its not ‘fixing’ someone like a mechanic replaces parts and fixes the car. Its something I cannot type onto my computer, maybe because I’ve got a year and a half left, or because it can’t be put into words.

That’s the hard part. This is going to be awesome.