The Monash law faculty sent me an email earlier this week to let me know that there was going to be some information session on Friday (today) which I thought was a) annoying because I had already organised my RDO for the month to be held next Thursday and b) because I would’ve felt much better receiving this so-called info session notice via mail rather than a simple email to my hotmail address. After checking the faculty website and deeming the info session to be legit though, I got the go-ahead from my team leader to take a half day off today and another half day off next Thursday (official enrolment date).
And so at 11:30am today, I said “Smell ya laters!” to everyone in the office as they wished me a happy long-weekend (though it won’t be a long weekend for me because I’ll be at Melbourne Park all weekend and then have to do the Chinese New Year thang with Adam’s family). After meeting up with Adam who was kind enough to take me to Monash, we went to Springvale to have lunch at Nam Giao, the place that I had lunch with Dave, Jen and Shirley not long ago. The main reason why I wanted to go there again was because I wanted to try their supposedly awesome bun bo hue (spicy vermicelli and beef soup) which Jen always has every time she goes there. For some reason though, I’m a person who can’t seem to order one bun bo hue for myself and the only way I can actually have it is through stealing spoonfuls from Adam’s bowl. My experience with bun bo hue has been a bit of a rocky one – some places make it too hot for me to be able to enjoy one bowl to myself, some places put all sorts of weird spices that don’t mesh well and some places just make plain awful ones. While pho is generally speaking, well, safe, bun ho hue is a bit of a risky thing for me to order which is why I can never order it myself. Which was why Adam ended up with the bun bo hue today(I might’ve made him order it, but he didn’t put up much of a fight because he loves that stuff anyway) and I ended up with the bun cha gio/thit nuong (rice vermicelli with spring rolls and grilled pork) which was what Dave ordered last time.
Then it was time to go to Monash. A train up to Huntingdale and a quick bus trip ensured that we were at least an hour too early for the information session so Adam and I walked around in order to familiarise myself with the place that I’ll be spending a lot of time for the next 10 billion years or so. Despite being a student at Monash now, I guess I will always be a Melbourne Uni girl at heart because I couldn’t help but diss even the most minute thing every five seconds eg. “The cafes look sucky” and “The grass isn’t pretty” and “The buildings are soooo Soviet Bloc… what fugly brown concrete cubes!” The biggest shock I received, however, was walking into the law building. Monash may pride itself for boasting one of, if not THE, best law school in the country but compared to Melbourne’s sexy-looking law school, the Monash law building just looks tired and weary… then I told myself that I am here not to criticise buildings but to study. And so off to the information session I went with a positive mind.
While I was glad that I wasn’t the only “old” new student there (there was a guy my age who came with his mum ), I did still feel a bit silly wandering amongst the gaggle of 17-year old Brighton blondes and boys fresh out of Xavier College. As for the information session itself? Nothing interesting really… except that we got given our first assignment for Intro To Legal Reasoning which we’re apparently supposed to start before semester one even starts. Fantastic.
Welcome to Monash Libs… you better enjoy it because you’re stuck there for the next x years of your life!