It has been an interesting few days. Sunday concluded the week long Melbourne Uni Easter break that began with the arrival of my mom. I have always found the concept of a
break from school quite humorous. One fundamental issue on which students and

professors will forever disagree is the concept of a
break.
When I think of a
break, I envision the kit-kat commercial where the construction worker stops his construction doings, sits down, pulls the kit-kat from his back pocket and proceeds to enjoy it in a relaxed and stress-free setting.
A break is a vacation, a holiday, a rest, a respite.
But No! Not according the Academic staff.
Apparently, somewhere in the University mandate is a regulation stipulating that University professors assign the bulk of their assignments over a
break period.
You see, to them, a
break is defined using exactly the same terms as a student’s
break with one added word:
suffering… or to be more precise,
knowledge of suffering.
That’s not to say the professors themselves are subject to suffering.
Rather, to truly be relaxed and stress-free, the professor must take comfort in the fact that his or her student’s
breaks are filled with as much stress and suffering as possible. This battle has gone on for centuries and will most likely continue to do so until the end of time.
Assignments! Assignments, my dear friends… the be all and end all of University life and the highlight of this past weekend. That being said, after all the stress and late nights, my assignments are finally in and I can relax for oh… maybe 20 minutes.
It wasn’t all bad, I had at least one night of fun this weekend. Friday night I was privileged enough to experience what the majority of Melbournians consider the most important part of Australian life: Footy. The AFL (Australian Football League). I thought Canadian were obsessive about ice hockey… but they are nothing compared to Melbournians and their footy. Upon first meeting someone in Melbourne you ask two questions. A) What their name is and B) Who they go for in the Footy. I’m not even joking about this. Their devotion to their teams is unquestionable. Once you pick a footy team, you’ve picked them for life. Parent’s register their unborn children as members of a specific team, just so that one day when their child is around 25 years old, they’ll be able to watch their team play the final match of the playoffs. The waiting list is that long. So needless to say, I have to pick a team. It has been a long slow learning process and I’m still working at it. I’ll let you know soon enough.
Anyways, Friday’s game was an eye opener. Carlton was playing Hawthorn and the 45,000+ fans were so into it. We bought our top level tickets for $11, grabbed a couple of beers and some meat pies, and found our seats in row X or some other obnoxiously high row. The game was a blast. The fitness level of the players is astonishing. In the end, Hawthorn won to the disappointment of many Carlton fans (including ourselves – being that we live in Carlton). On our way home, we stopped at the local pub, had a few pints of Guinness and talked about the footy. It’s a staple of life here, one that I am willingly being forced to experience… All in all, a nice break from the books.
I’ll save my Australian driving experience for next week. Miss you.