Scratching your head, not because you have nits but because you’re frustrated. Can’t quite get a grip on some homework questions for yewww-knee.

For the past couple of years you’ve questioned whether you even want a tertiary education. You get one anyway because you have no clue what else the hell to do with your life. After all, it isn’t Uni you love, it’s the Uni lifestyle.

Shamefully to say, I cut against my grain and went to tutor consultation to get a bit of help with one of my subjects. I should have figured my unwillingness as a sign that I should have dealt with the insufficient and stressful parking at midday instead of rock up to a locked classroom.

I’m standing outside the door of a classroom and can see my tutor sitting at a desk, looking square eyed at a screen. I unsuccessfully opened the locked door before noticing an intercom and a set of instructions. Seemed a bit of a gay concept but if I wanted help, I had to succumb.

I pressed the talk button on the intercom and said “This is Nathan Perks for Caroline for Corporations Law”. My tutor slowly turned her head and looked around the room. What a muppet. The woman doesn’t even know her own name.

She walked to the door and opened it hesitantly. It was at this stage I had realised the reason for her confusion.

I said the first words. “Your name isn’t Caroline is it.” “No it’s not.” Ahhhh perfectly done Nath, 10/10 for effort. I responded to her “Ha sorry, what is your name again?” Her name was Catherine not Caroline. “Not even close” she remarked. I didn’t contest but I thought it was pretty bloody close. However, considering she has been my tutor for the last five weeks, I probably should know it by now.

The consultation was a bit of a flop and I didn’t learn much more than I already knew. The same went for the tutorial later on in the day. If I fail this subject after actually giving it a good crack then I’ll look back on what happened today.

Leaving the tutorial I was walking back to my car and walked past a girl who was sitting on the ground outside a classroom. I only glanced because I didn’t want to seem anymore creepy than I already do. She was already looking at me. Her face looked so familiar.

And you won’t believe this… It was the girl who brushed me! Thought about going back and asking her why she brushed me but figured it probably wasn’t worth the extra steps it would have taken me so I didn’t bother.

I have a year and a half left. At the rate I’m going, the concrete jungle will be in pieces before I’m able to escape