I am currently engaged in a discussion on Twitter with two of the teaching staff at Canberra Uni, where I spent the year 2001.
It would be strange to be a student nowadays, being able to Internet stalk your lecturers and find them engaging in a gentle online bromance with one another.
My time at Canberra Uni was defined by poor marks (not for want of trying), stringent budgeting (I lived on $50 a week in non-catered accommodation and smoked, and basically survived by sheer luck more than anything else) and a flasher who was said to wear nothing underneath his trench coat other than the bottom half of a pair of jeans that he had cut off and glued to his calves to give the impression he was fully dressed until the curtains went up, so to speak.
To get to the nearest shopping centre meant passing through the dense bushes where he was said to lurk, but a poor student with a penchant for pizza could easily be persuaded to take the risk for the $5 large pizza Pizza Hut lunch deals. My friend Dave and I used to go there and order takeaway under the name ‘Stella’ because it amused us to force the staff to unwittingly imitate Marlon Brando’s famous line from A Streetcar Named Desire.
I’m not going to lie to you: Belconnen is on the quiet side and the Internet was really slow in those days. You got amusement where you could find it.
Were I a student there now, I’m sure I’d just be Internet stalking Glen and Scott.