Saturday, August 25, 2012

Mid Semester What?

It's been a while...but I am excused with a medical notice. Earlier this week I caught tonsillitis so I have been quarantined in my tiny room with heaps of Penicillin, Planet Earth, and How I Met Your Mother. I must have jinxed myself -- just a couple days before I got sick I was saying how amazing it is that I had seemed to avoid the winter plague. Well, one week later I can say I overcame a super high fever and swollen throat, but at least I can add a trip to UniDoctor and Terry White Chemists to my Tassie experiences.

I guess tonsillitis came at a decent time, as well. Luckily I have time to get well before mid-semester break (starting next weekend!), and I was forced to stay in this weekend and spend some time studying for a mid-semester exam this Tuesday. It's blowing my mind that I am already half way through my classes here at UTas. I am not going to lie, I have a lot of catching up to do. I thought juggling school work and social events would be easy, we do that at home too, right? It's all different when you're on the other side of the world, though. At home, I would gladly spend my Friday in the Goddard Library working on a paper so I can hang out with friends Friday night. But when I'm in Hobart, two hours in the library seems like a whole day I can be spending doing anything else, even just walking around the city. So, instead of my normal perfectionist attitude towards school work I've come down to a level of, well, simplicity. My conscious is okay with that, though. I have a feeling what I acquire from learning about new people and places will balance out what I missed in class.

For example, instead of working on my drawing project last weekend I visited the Museum of Old and New Art (MONA). Needless to say, it was definitely worth it. MONA is this incredibly unique collection of art that makes you think about, well, art. What does a sculpture built to reenact digestion say about modern art? I'm still not too sure, but if my nose has any say let's just say modern art stinks. Not everyone would appreciate the smell of poop or porn on the ceiling, I didn't think I would, but I had a smile on throughout the four floors. I felt like I was in a fun house. I'd love to go back before I leave Tasmania.

The Digestion Machine

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