I have a new work contract, a new car (thanks, Toyota), and a new sleeping pattern.
My university life began with O-Week — Orientation Week. I had imagined organised chaos, food trucks, and a heightened level of excitement across campus.
Instead, I encountered lost teenagers.
Everywhere.
Two months after settling into my new role, I caught sight of the Chancellor in full regalia, heading toward the main hall to preside over a graduation ceremony.
I felt a surprising surge of emotion, realising that the lost faces I’d encountered during my — and their — first week would go on a journey spanning years, eventually arriving at this proud moment.
This is why the university exists.
For the students.
It was a nice moment.
Lessons learned early on: call everyone Professor. Almost everyone I encounter is one — and if they’re not, they’re usually quite chuffed that I think they might be.
My office overlooks a sunken garden, which is beautiful. The kookaburras screeching and the blinding sunlight through stained-glass windows can become a little distracting by about 2.30pm.
My energy is back.
I’m excited.
Let’s see if I survive Semester One.