The unlimited amount of time provided by the break has allowed me to do pretty much anything. From the sleepless night outs, volunteering work to part-time experience work, these have helped me grow more as a person. Here are what I’ve learnt after my extended summer break:

1.

Goodbyes are bound to happen, but there will also be hellos. The first month of my break was an
emotional roller coaster. IB Exam, graduation, grad trip, goodbye parties all packed into 3 weeks.
Can’t say I will miss the IB, but for sure my high school experience. To quote my friend’s speech
during graduation: “We will leave our cocoon, being our parents and high school, and thrive to become a
butterfly.” It was true, I was saying goodbye to my “cocoon”, and saying hello to the unknown.

2.

Consecutive night outs are great, as long as you are ready for the aftermath. After being a hermit for 2 years, I finally had a social life! I had my first- although not so great- night out experience. My second month felt like The Great Gatsby’s party montage. Then came the end of the month. Broke, tired and smelling like cigarettes were what’s left of me.

3.

Goodbyes are ok It was August which meant school was starting for most of my friends. There
were a lot of tears indeed. One goodbye after another, there was only one musketeer left, me. Then again, they also had to leave their ‘cocoons’, just a bit earlier.

4.

Boredom will hit you. After weeks of binging on Netflix, I ran out of shows to watch. My hermit mode was back on, with some new variations. My tummy was bloated from all the popcorn. My head was jam-packed with movie quotes. I decided then that it was time for me to do something other than just locking myself in my bedroom.

5.

A part time job will open you up for anything. After a continuous cycle of signing up, interviewing, and failing to get the job, I finally got myself a part time job as a waitress at a coffee shop. Dealing with difficult customers, I have to say, is an experience to say the least.

6.

Travel! Going to the beach during the weekend is one of my favorite activities. I got some serious vitamin Sea! Also some sun- tanning, but in my case, turning into burnt potato.

7.

Doing things alone is great. After a while of waiting around for my friends to come back, I decided to be proactive. People watching at coffee shops is one of my many favorite activities. (I’m not a stalker I swear!!!)

8.

Family, family, family! Even when I was with them, my family was already tearing up thinking about the fact that I was going to leave. Spending more time with my family helped me. I feel homesick but being away in a foreign country helps me understand the value of what ‘ohana’ really is.

9.

Stepping into the unknown is part of growing up, you’re going to fall and fail. But don’t be afraid to. Because from falling, you’ll stand up as a bigger and better person from your mistakes.

10.

The transformation of a butterfly istedious. Like us, they need tender, love and care. From our cocoon, our experiences will shape us into our very own beautiful butterfly.

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This story is not about grass, but it does begin with it.

Picture that special time before sunrise, the sneaky crack of dawn. It’s the time where you either hate yourself for waking up or love yourself for seeing something as beautiful as day breaking through the night. It’s spring, there’s a light breeze unsure of if it wants to pick up. You step out onto the grass and feel in between your toes a little brew of lush grass, dew and dirt. To put into a word, it’s fresh.

Unfortunately for me, I could not describe my morning as fresh. Sure I got up at some ungodly hour and sure I had grass stuck to my shoes but I was too busy being bustled about by the innards of the tram to think about it. Smells of fresh air were but a dream and personal space was a joke. I could only dream of the thought of returning to places where I could enjoy nature, but in a world of concrete and business, there was no room for wonder let alone grass.

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My mind was clear, my emotions were zen.

Twas long in the past, say maybe three weeks?

When I actually was rested and knew the word “sleep.”

Now Swot Vac is here and he’s brought his friend stress,

Anxiety arrives soon, so too does unrest.

They stare at you harshly, they tear up your head

Wave goodbye to your sanity, you’re emotionally ded.

But then out of no-where, a saviour shows up,

He’s big and he’s strong and he likes to fight rough.

He annihilates anxiety, destroys stress with a slap

He’s the mother of all heroes, he’s the mighty Power Nap!

He steals from the rested and gives to the tired,

He comes to the rescue when you’re feeling most wired.

He gets you out of trouble when you’re just about to snap,

Cause when the going gets tough, the tough take a nap.

P.s. On a serious note tho, good luck with your exams and shit fam, and just remember that

Power Nap is always there to save the day.

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It was an early morning yesterday

They were up before the dawn

And they really would have enjoyed some sleep

But the printing must go on

Like a brunch without hash browns

Like a breakfast without Globe

Some people enjoy and early read

And so the printing must go on

Now we’re gonna miss the Globe

It’s the undisputed truth

But Shixian’s got to go her own way

To keep her in her youth

Like a club without noodles

Like a week without memes

Just the thought of these sweet ladies

Makes me grateful for their being

And Globe will go on shining

Shining like brand new

We’ll always look behind us

And see the Globe anew

Goodbye Globe, it’s been nice

Hope you find your paradise

Showed us many points of view

Hope your dreams will all come true

Goodbye Holly, Goodbye Xian

I know we will meet soon again

Feel no sorrow, feel no shame

For fraternitas, we’ll be here again

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But sometimes things happen: do you feel me fam?

It’s quick and convenient, it’s always there,

Its travelling speed is beyond compare.

Whenever I’m in trouble it acts my saviour,

Putting an end to unorganised behaviour.

And so I’ve decided for this poetic slam

To write a small ode to using the tram

You’ve been out at brunch for five hours too long

Your test is tomorrow, it’s all going wrong

You need to get home, it’s time for a cram

Looks like you’ll just have to jump on the tram.

It’s eight fifty-five and your class is at nine

That late one last night put you real far behind.

You need to move quick or your attendance will slam,

Looks like you’ll just have to jump on the tram.

It’s raining outside and you need to go out

You check on the forecast, your gut fills with doubt.

Today is all rain, you yell out “goddam”

Looks like you’ll just have to jump on the tram.

It’s way too late on a Saturday night,

You’re alone in the city; drunk am I right?

You cry to yourself “I don’t know where I am”

Looks like you’ll just have to jump on the tram.

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241 Royal Parade

Parkville, VIC, 3052

Beyoncé Giselle Knowles Carter

Saviour of Music and Pop Culture

Parkwood Entertainment, New York City

29th March 2017

Dear Mrs. Carter, I’m writing this to express my interest to become one of your soon-to-be-born twins. I found out about this opportunity as I happened to have your Instagram account on alert in my phone.

I believe I would be Irreplaceable in this position for a few reasons. Firstly, I have extensive experience representing and defending Your brand, such as signing up for a Tidal account immediately after Lemonade dropped. Another example would be for all the times that I personally e-mailed the Academy myself, whenever your brilliant work is passed on in favour of another “artist”. (The Academy, however, has only responded once, calling me “Crazy in Love” with you. If I Were a Boy, my logical reasonings would never be deduced to that conclusion.) Secondly, I consider myself a perfectionist; I won’t stop until everything is ***Flawless and ready in Formation. Thirdly, I can tell you that we will go along very well, as I always carry hot sauce in my bag, swag.

Being one of your twins would be the greatest opportunity to ever arise since that time Doughnut Time opened a pop-up shop in the CBD and gave out free doughnuts to everyone. Directly learning from the woman who self-handedly created booties on TV would be the highest honour anyone could bestow upon me. Not to mention, I admire the fact that you’re the ultimate Survivor, as you sacrificed yourself, selflessly, carrying two other people’s careers for years before finally breaking free. Last but not least, I wouldn’t be who I am now if you have never shown the world that Girls, yes Girls, can indeed Run the World.

I’m available for interviews from 7-11 pm most days, GMT + 11. The best way to contact me would be my instagram @theagathacelia. Slide into my DM’s and I will screenshot it and send it to everyone I know.

Sincerely,

Agatha Santosa (soon to be Knowles Carter)

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My limbs are heavy, I think I’m dead.

Or maybe I’m tired? Who would know?

It’s due tomorrow and there’s pages to go.

How will I last right up until dawn?

I’m distracted by memes, by goon, by yawns.

I’ve lost my sanity, my grades take a bow,

It’s gonna take a miracle to save me right now.

But then in an instant an angel appears,

It’s shaped like a mug and it brings me to tears.

It’s warm and it’s milky, my senses delight,

I’m a coffee crusader in the depths of the night.

Caught in the rush, my body is pinging,

Does anyone feel that urge to start singing?

My word count is climbing, keys getting hit

Dude I’m on fire, this is so f**cking lit!!!

I set about sleep, accomplished and proud,

But inside my mind the coffee screams loud.

“YOU CAN’T GO TO SLEEP, MY TIME IS NOT DONE…”

Looks like tomorrow will be an interesting one.

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Six years ago, Trey Parker & Matt Stone, the creators of South Park, collaborated with Robert Lopez, half of the duo that would go on to compose the soundtrack of Frozen, and created a musical entitled The Book of Mormon. Find more information here. What resulted, was something incredible – a phenomenal and clever show, filled with so much nuance and wit, consequent show stopping musical numbers, laugh out loud moments, and an incredibly light hearted yet moving story, which has since scored nine Tony wins, and created a whole new history in its own right.

Fast forwarding to 2017, in an incredibly quick turn around from the Broadway stage, this amazing musical has graced Melbourne’s very own Princess Theatre, and is playing till the end of June in what is to be a once in a lifetime, unmissable run. Whether you have devoted some time to researching this musical, or whether you are hearing about it for the first time, I cannot recommend enough that you view this incredible masterpiece.

The musical tells the story of two young Mormon missionaries, who are sent to Uganda to teach the people of Africa about Mormonism, only to be shocked by their brutal and poor lifestyles. Through this, the boys learn more about their own religious and personal faith, and are able to show the village just how far your faith and actions can go. The set up sounds sweet and innocent, almost like a feel good flick for the whole family to enjoy. But the show is far from that – add in a few not so discretely innuendo laden musical sequences, maggots and frogs in the most inconvenient places, a whole f**king lot of f**ks thrown in here and there, and spooky skeletons dressed in Starbucks cups – the show is a whole new ball game, and truly nothing like you’ve seen before.

As hilarious, awkward, and scandalous as the show is, it is truly one of the most humane and revolutionary acts, that has come from the stage in recent years. As the show oozes with political incorrectness and blunt satire, the heart of the show bursts with exuberance and passion. Stone, Parker, and Lopez’s dream of creating a musical which celebrates everyday people, shines through every belted note, every ensemble’s member’s insane energy, every smooth and intricate set change, every movement in the ridiculously glorious camp choreography, and heart warming chemistry between every character. The Book of Mormon connects with any and every audience in a way that is so special and rare, and ultimately underlines just how the arts can change the world.

At the end of the show, I found it literally impossible to wipe off the huge grin I had on my face, as what I had just seen was a most joyous and one of a kind celebration of faith and unity, as well as music and storytelling of all forms. It’s works of art like this that have led me to where I am today, and that have lead people to continue exploring the world, making the best of every situation, and creating art through their journeys. As vulgar, raucous, and cynical as the show is, it is truly a masterpiece, and something that must be seen and loved. It has brought joy to so many, and has become something truly special in the most unique sense. To quote one of the show’s most pivotal songs, ‘you cannot just believe part-way, you have to believe in it all’. So believe me when I say, this show will change your life, if not just make your day, week or year. It’s already changed the world forever, and definitely for the better.

‘The only latter day that matters is tomorrow

The skies are clearing and the sun’s coming out

Put your worries and your sorrows and your cares away

Cause tomorrow is a doper, phatter, latter day’

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The life of a fine arts student isn’t what people believe it to be. It’s not easy. Things don’t just happen. Hard work doesn’t always pay off. You begin to ask yourself whether it’s worth trying to fulfil your dream. Whether it’s worth pouring your soul, your whole being into an unforgiving career.

Against all odds, the answer is usually yes. Something good or even someone good changes the perspective. Sure, you begin to be bitter and feel a part of yourself cracking away, but you don’t stray from the path you’ve set for yourself.

Things aren’t what you want them to be but you work with it. Students of all kinds begin to learn themselves in these times, we come to realise that if we aren’t flexible then it’ll be harder for us.

I’m not a fine arts student. In fact I’m not even an arts student. My course isn’t under a certain category which makes it harder to compare or classify. However I know exactly what it’s like to be putting my heart into my work, only for it to be shuffled into the ‘I don’t give a shit’ or the ‘It’s not good enough’ or even the ‘I guess it’s fine’ pile.

In my first semester I learnt the importance of professionalism as well as self-importance. I have shocking time management and when I was fresh into the course I learnt that I’d have to be on good terms with my teachers if I wanted to be able to enjoy my classes. Teachers don’t appreciate bad time management so semester one of last year was a bit rocky.

It wasn’t until I started to try harder and push myself to achieve more that I actually started to enjoy my course. In the beginning I didn’t try to stand out or push myself. My writing was alright, but it was missing a bit of spice.

I won’t lie, I was set on dropping out and moving home after two weeks. Uni wasn’t what I had expected. It was daunting knowing that I was one of a handful of people under the age of twenty four. It’s a relatively male dominated course and majority of people had already done previous studies, made their mark on the world and some even have kids. I felt inexperienced, unprepared and quite honestly, unhappy.

I held out for O Week because I wanted to see whether it would live up to the hype.

I’m still here so I guess it did.

Having a positive influence in the shape of the community at IH I began to enjoy my life in Melbourne. I realised I didn’t have to sit back and coast along my course, I had the ability to do what others weren’t and in this world, especially concerning creative arts, you need to have the drive to be different to be noticed.

I’m not saying it’s been all good or all bad, but thankfully I have enough support and drive to continue down my path. It’s very likely I’ll continue to struggle for a great portion of it, but I mean, my end goal is pretty damn cool so I’m going to keep on going.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; people can be shit but people can be great. For me as a screenwriting student, I try to take each person, shit or great, as a lesson on character. It could be a lesson on them or it could be on me. Either way, I gain a new perspective on how people see their world.

And so, next time you’re confronted by a difficult person, a negative force or obstacle, remember that each experience has potential to be much more than a shit time. You may not have control of your future but you do have the power to guide it, and you may as well try to enjoy yourself along the way. 

Above: unknown source

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