School's in Session

Classes
So, first few weeks in Oz have been awesome! Classes started this week, though first week of classes wasn't anything out of the ordinary, professors were mostly explaining the syllabus and course information.

As an international student, I'm only allowed to take 12 credits (4 classes), which I hate, because there are many more interesting classes I'd like to take. But, here are the courses I'm taking:

Anatomy and Histology
Immunology & Microbiology
Cell Regulation
Biodiversity of Tropical Australia

The biodiversity course is supposed to be my "fun" class, because it includes two, full day, trips visiting rain forests, coral reefs, and going bird watching.

Africans!?...Where?
I've met many other Africans but they don't seem to interact much with each other; so I went to the student admin office and was told there was no African Students' Association, and I said I'd like to start one. I've already gotten support from a few students, but we'll see how this goes. Hopefully, a first ever ASA will be established at JCU!

Oh yeah, I moved into my "permanent" apartment, well, actually, its a share house. There aren't any apartments near campus, but there are tons of houses and individual rooms in these houses are generally rented out to students. I'm staying in a house owned by a couple and their two little children. It's a four bedroom house so I'm renting the extra bedroom, which is very convenient, because they're like a host family. And the kids have the cutest Australian accent! They also LOVE saying my name, probably because it sounds quite strange to them.

As promised here are some pictures. 

Aboriginal Cultural dance

 This man actually caught a shark!! I wonder what he's going to do with it.....

This was soo beautiful!!

First Impressions

My first impression of Australia, that is, the first hour after I got off the plane in Brisbane, was honestly not a good one. I got detained by the customs officer in which he proceeded to thoroughly search through my luggages, just in case I happen to be trying to smuggle in any illegal items. The officer takes out everything I had so carefully packed into my luggage just days before, and then stuffs everything back in so that they didn't fit and my lugagge wouldn't close. And this is all happening 30 MINUTES BEFORE I HAD TO CATCH MY FLIGHT TO TOWNSVILLE!! Not only that, then he takes out my journal and starts reading it right there! Since when did a basic luggage search involve reading someone's journal?

After the officer was done I managed to close my bag and was trying to figure out where to go to board my next flight. Turns out, the international terminal and the domestic terminal are 2 miles apart; I had arrived at the international and needed to get to the domestic terminal. And the quickest (and cheapest) way to do that was by bus; so with only 15 minutes left before departure, I spent another 5 minutes at the bus stop waiting for the bus. And when I got to the domestic terminal, I had to go through yet another security check.

After I got done with security, I didn't know what gate to go to in order to get on my flight because it wasn't written on my boarding pass. As I was asking for help from one of the officers, I heard over the speakers "Ms. Ay-kinsanmi, please report to gate 21 to board your plane, your flight will soon depart". Then I started running towards gate 21 (which, I realize now, must have looked really funny because I was carrying a lot of stuff). I almost ran into some people, but I think they understood my rush.

I was the last to get on the plane and the first thing I noticed was that everyone, I mean EVERYONE, was in some sort of business attire, complete with suits, ties, and perfectly shined shoes. They all looked like they were going to an extremely important meeting. And I walk in, out of breath, wearing my purple lambda phi xi shirt with my bright pink Purdue shorts (not that I was trying to show school pride or anything) flip flops, and holding a pink snuggie. I pretty much looked like a 12-year old, not to mention, that everyone on the plane looked at least 30 years or older. Worse, my seat was all the way in the back, and as I walked by, a few people looked at me in a way that said "You're not from around here, are you?"  However, I successfully made it to my seat; but not before, accidentally, hitting a couple of people in the face with my giant purse.

Then I get to Townsville and they tell me my luggages did not arrive on the same flight as I did.

On a brighter note, the people at James Cook were really helpful. They helped me find a place to stay and showed me around the town. I took a mini tour of the university and it's really beautiful. It's surrounded by palm trees and there's a giant mountain right behind it that I would really like to climb (pictures coming soon). There's also a night club right in the middle of campus. I can't stop laughing about that.

So it begins..

Bags - still being packed
Plane tickets - purchased
Passport - got it
Place to stay-???

My 26-hour journey to Australia begins tomorrow in the a.m.! But before I start to stuff my suitcases with unnecessary clothing and hair appliances, I ask myself this question. "What exactly should I pack and how much?" After all, I don't want to end up dragging all this with me around the airport.

But, I think women are genetically pre-disposed to over-pack. How am I supposed to pack light for a six-month trip?  What if I can't find my special Conair hair dryer, the one with comb attachments, in the stores over there? What if they don't carry my brand of Olive oil hair conditioner? What if these clogs that I haven't worn in 6 years are the latest fashion trend in Australia? Maybe I should just take them all, I'd hate to get there and realize I'd forgotten something (worst. feeling. ever).

And FOOD!! (I love food :-)

I generally prefer to eat Nigerian foods over American foods.

My favorite food: Pounded yam and vegetable soup

It's no problem finding Nigerian foods in the U.S., there are African supermarkets almost everywhere. But I don't know if I'll get the same luxury in Queensland. What if there are no African markets there? Which raises the questions: "are there many Africans in Australia? Should I carry a bag of pounded yam with me?"

On the other hand, I'm definitely looking forward to new experiences, especially in the food area!



What? No place to stay?

Technically, yes I don't have a place to stay. I decided not to stay in the dorms because it costs about AU $300 per WEEK ( US $308.97). And calculating that I'll be there for 6 months, that's AU $6,600 for one semester (yeah, my jaw dropped too). This is almost as much as an academic year at Purdue. 

So I decided it's best to rent an apartment close to campus instead. Looking online, the cheapest apartment I've found so far costs AU $110 per week, that's AU $550 a month, which isn't as bad; but the average apartment is around AU $250. So I'm thinking either this apartment is infested with cockroaches or it's somehow falling apart. Either way, I'm not putting any money down until I get there and see it. 

However, the university has provided temporary accommodation until I find my own place, so I won't be completely homeless. I guess that's what I get for choosing to study in a country where the minimum wage is AU $15.96 an hour. Good thing my visa allows me to work!

I have to finish packing, just took time out to write a quick one. My next post will be from Queensland! 

EXCITING!!