University Antics!

As the years pass by and a spirit of creative rebellion fades away and the realities of work, mortgage, kids and life take over, it’s easy to feel that person was someone else. Perhaps you, like me, felt you belonged in Dead Poet’s Society goingย  out in the woods reciting Whitman, or indeed your own poetry, by candle or torch light or perhaps you really did fit into one of those Hollywood coming of age films…a cheerleader, the jock..or indeed the jerk.

Dead Poet's Society.

Dead Poet’s Society.

Yes, indeed there was also “The Revenge of the Nerds”. That was released while I was still at school.

University of Sydney 1870s

University of Sydney 1870s

When you first enter the University of Sydney through the iron gate into the Main Quadrangle, you can’t but be impressed by the years of conservative tradition and the incredible minds who have walked these hallowed corridors. As Australia’s first university, there is and always has been a lot of prestige, pride and a real sense of academic achievement, which is encapsulated in my graduation photo with the tradition black gown with ermine trim.

The historic sandstone building in the Main Quadrangle featuring the iconic Jacaranda tree which was planted in 1927 by EG Waterhouse. The tree is an unfortunate harbinger of bad news. As it's branches start to bud, exam time is looming.

The historic sandstone building in the Main Quadrangle featuring the iconic Jacaranda tree which was planted in 1927 by EG Waterhouse. The tree is an unfortunate harbinger of bad news. As it’s branches start to bud, exam time is looming.

However, when it comes to getting that all-important university education, what you learn outside the books is just as important that those set texts which will ultimately earn you that all-important piece of paper and the job of your dreams…a career.

As far as my education at Sydney University was concerned, it was all focused on “Manning”. Manning was a three-story student haven. The bottom floor was for the early birds and where you could get a morning coffee and veg out while skipping lectures. The second floor had the cafeteria and the all important “Manning Bar” scene of much philosophical musing, pursuit of the flesh and the annual band comp. The third floor of Manning was where the private school people hung out and in retrospect was rather elitist. While I might have qualified for the prestigious selection criteria, I felt much more at home among the bar flies, although all I used to drink was a single West Coast Cooler, which, by the way was rated as one of the daggiest drinks along with Passion Pop.Brentonb

The crew I mingled with at the bar, were often living out of home in one of the rundown terrace hovels around campus and unlike the folk upstairs who were flaunting their designer labels, there was something greater at stake at Manning Bar…street cred. UNfortunately, I had no street cred whatsoever and not even a pair of Doc Martin’s to pretend. My “colleagues” would indulge in bottles of McWilliams Royal Reserve Port, which had doubled in age by the time you’d walked home. It was raw stuff which, again damaging to my street cred, I used to drink with coke or lemonade.

Orientation Week Stalls.

Of course, the big event each year on Campus was Orientation Week where, in addition to taking care of all the business of enrollment, the clubs and societies held stalls out on the front lawn. These clubs and socs promised everything but a debauched feast straight out of the Middle Ages. I belong and even ran the university’s writer’s group Inkpot and was involved in poetry performances and jam sessions of sorts. Another hit was S.U.C.R.O.S.E (Sydney Uni Chocolate Revellers Opposed to Sensible Eating). I remember one event held in winter and we were all wearing coats with very deep and multiple pockets and in addition to shoveling all I could eat into my gob, I also loaded up my coat for a midnight snack.Of course, there was also the Sydney Python Appreciation Movement (SPAM). I wasn’t so into Monty Python myself but I loved all the spectacle and theatre…and the way out costumes. There was the Grim Reaper and also Erik the Viking. I think we ended up singing the SPAM song on MTV although I couldn’t be sure. University days are filled with myths and legends.

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Monty Python’s Spam Sketch:

I’m sure you won’t be surprised to find out that I ran for editorship of the university newspaper, Honi Soit. Our team was called The Antonyms and we did a whole lot of promotional posters using ant words such as “brilliant”. Like all political campaigns, the competition was fierce. Our main promotional strategy, aside from posters around campus, was writing slogans in chalk around campus.Our opponents, the Newshounds, got hold of some super-bright fluorescent chalk, which I’m sure, could have been seen from space. We also made a huge blank ant (pictured), which we drove around. A friend of mine who got behind our campaign, had an idea to turn the tunnel between Manning and the Holme Buildings into an ant tunnel so there we were about 4.00 AM in the bitter freezing cold turning the tunnel poo brown and painting black ants throughout. It wasn’t even surprise when we ran into the Newshounds who’d set up at the other end of the tunnel. The battle was on. Unfortunately, our more nature-inspired ant tunnel was no match for their bright paint. Needless to say, the Newshounds won the election and I think our team had fallen apart before the election was even done. But it was great fun!

Here I am posing in front of the Ant-Mobile running for editorship of Honi Soit in 1991.

Here I am posing in front of the Ant-Mobile running for editorship of Honi Soit in 1991.

University also provided me with my first opportunity to get published. I had a letter to the editor published, which protested the introduction of fees. However, I really made a bit of a name for myself as a bit of a roving Germaine Greer writing about sexuality and in particular double-standards on campus. The first article was called: “Damned if you do, Damned if you don’t: Attitudes towards Female Sexuality” and the sequel was about the Sensitive New Age Man (SNAG). I also had a poem about a guy who had an affair with his computer published. I’ll have to post that once this A-Z Blogging Challenge is over. I’m in survival mode at the moment. Tomorrow being ANZAC here commemorating 100 years since the landing at Gallipoli, I’m needing to get onto that as well as wake up at 4.00am as the kids are marching in the Dawn Service with Scouts. Geoff’s Great Uncle served in Gallipoli and I’m desperately trying to put details together while writing this and baking ANZAC Biscuits, which are bound to burn with all this multi-tasking!

Just like what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, the rest of what happened at university stays at university.

This has been U for University Antics for the Blogging A-Z April Challenge.

Anyone game to cough up any of their university or college antics? Don’t be shy!

xx Rowena

12 thoughts on “University Antics!

  1. maxwellthedog

    You drank Port with Coke or lemonade? Oh my, there must be punishment for this. Well, on second thought perhaps that was an ideal beverage to accompany the SPAM. I better get out of here…starting to feel…antsy.

  2. Nihar Pradhan

    Nostalgia and many more thoughts just creeps in when we just pause and reflect on our school/college days…you are right with the grind of life we see a totally different personality than what we used to be those days. It is good to change with time but getting changed in a manner that you don’t recognize yourself is not good. Many things for the first time we do and we take to risk much easier than we do so now, hence we do crazy stuff and do work which sets new grounds, we love the vibrancy and our vision is bigger than what we can do and we are in that zone of hyperactive energy and the world looks magnetic and we get attracted to so many things and we keep dabbling with what comes to us…and it so nice to see the way you have beautifully spend your time in University.
    Love the post…

  3. Midwestern Plant Girl

    I didn’t go to college. .. Well, when I was young. I wanted to make money and all I thought college was, was a place to party. . I already knew how to do that! ๐Ÿ˜‰
    I don’t regret my decision, as I was bringing in more cash at 23 (even owned my own home by myself!) than a grad, sans the school loan! I did go to my local college in my late 30’s and got my horticultural degree, 3.875 gpa also. Never would have pulled that off at 18.
    IMO – folks shouldn’t go to college until they are 25 and have figured out what they want to do. I don’t know if many who are actually IN the profession they went to school for. My husband went to art school for 5 years. … He’s a plumber.
    I believe in more of an apprenticeship. Start at the bottom and move up. I think a great upper management (in landscaping) person has dug holes and has gotten dirty. Not just a piece of paper saying you know stuff. It kills me to hear these college grads here whine that they can’t get a $100,000 job out of the gate. They have 0 experience. 0. Companies would rather hire a non grad with one year experience than them, for half the salary.
    Sorry that I was completely off track than your post!! Obviously, I’ve got some pent up frustration! ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜›

  4. merrildsmith

    It’s interesting seeing your University of Sydney photos and hearing about your time there. I went to a “state college” in Pennsylvania. It was very small town. Mostly outside of classes, I just hung out with my boyfriend and other friends. I went to grad school in Philadelphia, but I lived in NJ with my husband. My daughters went to small liberal arts colleges in Pennsylvania, but unlike me, they were quite active in school events–well, not sports. ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. roweeee Post author

    After all those years in a single-sex conservative girls private school, I didn’t get a lot of work done in first year. Busted up with my boyfriend at the start of the year and that inspired a bit of angsty poetry writing. I played the odd bit of tennis and did go to the gym a bit but otherwise no sport for me either.

  6. roweeee Post author

    I can understand your frustration. I think it’s good for people to broaden their horizons about the jobs that are out there and not just sticking to the tried and tested professions. Getting a trade can be a lot more profitable than a degree. I also think people need practical skills and I’m quite deficient there myself but I am working to get my kids clued up. They do Scouts. They’ve been involved in quite a few fundraising activities, which is a great foundation for getting a job. Working at a sausage sizzle and selling chocolates. great life experience.
    By the way, Bilbo has become very clingy. I was struggling to type over the top of him and so he’s climbed up behind me where he’s getting squashed. Think he has PTSD from the storm or something. xx Rowena

  7. roweeee Post author

    Thank you very much, Nihar. It was an incredibly special time in my life. Will have to do and dig up more old photos xx Rowena

  8. roweeee Post author

    Hi Tom,
    Sorry I haven’t replied sooner. The comment snuck past the gate keeper. Port and Coke served up with SPAM almost sounds like a form of torture. By the way, if you feel like popping back, I’ve just posted a photo of the SPAM guys in uniform. xx Rowena

  9. Eli Pacheco

    There was one moment of making a beer run in the back seat of a Mustang with a girl sitting on the open convertible and using my shoulders and leg rests – and I didn’t know a single person in the group. Other stuff will just have to remain at the school!

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