The buzz subsided. Turf lost novelty. Laundry looms in large piles in the corners of your room.
Lectopia is your home page. The Spot is too far. The Age just went tabloid.
And everyone is so goddamn talented, except you.
What are you doing? Who said you could be here? That clear-cut career path is swamped by too many alternatives.
Half way through the semester, it’s easy to get lost in little problems. Everything you need is within a kilometre and everyone you see lives a similar, prescribed lifestyle. But getting sucked into Ormond’s micro-verse is inevitable and it happens to everyone. What you need to remember is that these problems are little. And these anxieties will pass.
We live in a vibrant college community. Studying at the best university in Australia. In the most liveable city in the world.
We live in the only Western nation to survive the financial crisis without a recession. A country that ranked a close second in 2013 on the United Nations Human Development Index, a measure of standard of living, health and education. A country that is the 5th best place in the world to be a young woman and where opportunities for youth are self-evident.
But your luck extends beyond location. You are a part of the healthiest, brightest, tallest and most informed generation ever to cross this planet. At no time in history have young people had more safety, freedom and opportunity.
Of the seven billion people in the world, and the 100 billion who have ever been born, we are among the luckiest. We won the insane and arbitrary lottery of birth. Being at Ormond gets you halfway there, so pound out that other half with all you’ve got. Hit the gym. Smash that assignment. Get out of the JCR and do that thing you’ve been meaning to do for months.
You only get one shot.