G’day! I come to you live from Australia again to report my exhausting but exciting first week here as an American abroad! I suppose I should start with the weekend.
Classy weekend–just kidding, this was on Tuesday
Firstly, I have never been to a bar in the States. Secondly, after what I experienced Saturday night, I question if anything within U.S. borders can compare.
It was our first Saturday night together, so most of the students in the house I am living in wanted to go out to this modern bar/hostel nearby. Various neon lights were hidden throughout the bar, people clustered by tables in deep yet jovial conversation, and the dance floor was active all night (I made sure of it). They blasted American songs that all of us knew–not the trap or rap that I’ve grown used to from Claremont’s usual shindigs, but ones you could belt out while dancing with your friends. I bounced around to I Love it by Icona Pop and threw my hands up to Single Ladies, likely living up to the loud, overly-friendly American stereotype. Side-note: Australians tend to gather in groups of friends and dance in a circle, a custom we embraced wholeheartedly. There were also moments when I noticed people hesitating to join in, so I boldly dragged them onto the dance floor (and made new friends by forcing them to chicken dance with me). At one point, two Australian blokes tried to convince me that they owned both a crocodile and a koala. Bloke #2 even pulled up a rather professional-looking picture on his phone and told me that it was Kevin, his pet koala. The whole night was the perfect mixture of hilarity, fun, and oddity.
After a weekend of bonding, our new study abroad “family” ventured into the city via the tram for Welcome Week at Trinity College (a part of the University of Melbourne). There were 20 hosts and 200 international students, who would all be mixed together in an at-first-very-awkward-but-soon-friendly jumble for the next five days. Alas, my precious, newly-constructed safety net of Arcadia friends was torn out from under me as we were thrown into new groups, (oh, the tragedy!), but I was confident that my Urkle-centric charm and animated expressions would help me relate to someone one way or another.
How I make friends
The leaders of Welcome Week decided that rest was for the weak and booked our days thoroughly. After arriving around lunchtime on Monday, we managed to squeeze in all of the following activities: [Read more…]