I can remember starting my tertiary education as a nervous first year in 2010, studying a Bachelor of Creative Writing with a Minor in Communications. My first month was spent navigating the campus, stocking up on as much information pamphlets and free stuff on the Open Day, ordering my textbooks from the Co-op and preparing to launch myself into the next four years of tutorials and lectures at the Sippy Downs campus.
I was just a timid 18-year-old, fresh out of high school trying to discover what career path I should take, list of subjects I should choose, and learning how to adjust to life as a uni student. It didn’t take long to realise that university was very different to Year 12, mainly because it was now my choice to stay there and do the work. At times this was challenging, because it was of a higher standard than secondary study, and because it was now my responsibility to hold myself accountable to handing in assignments on time. But the pros outweighed the challenges, and university became one of the best choices I had ever made.
University also represented a time in my life where I knew I was transitioning from being a teenager to becoming an adult. I had started planning what career path I would venture down, building connections with my mentors, listening to advice, and gaining insight about the world beyond the Sunshine Coast.
The tutors and lecturers were so helpful and encouraging as well, and I can remember laughing more times at their jokes and relating to their creative personalities than ever feeling overly stressed-out about my studies. In fact I always felt at ease, and university life wasn’t even hard when the teachers gave us all the sort of respect and encouragement that made us feel capable of getting through anything. So as the years went on, and I grew closer to graduating, I felt more accomplished and proud of the effort I had put in, and the memories I had made.
A few of these fond memories have been: the delicious $5 brassiere meals, laughing along with the class in my creative writing lectures and feeling inspired at the same time, feeling lucky when I scored a bean bag to sit on in the library, meeting lots of new and interesting people, volunteering with the Student Guild on Open Day events, being an extra in the University TV advertisement, and shaking the Chancellor’s hand when I graduated on stage!
My time at USC will always hold a special place in my heart, and I am truly grateful for every lesson, every experience and every person I came across in my years of study there, and how it all shaped me to be the person I am today.
By Kelly Boag.
This is the second runner-up article in the USC Blog-off Competition.