Monday, June 22, 2015

Dear Chifley

Week 1

The temperature reaches sub-zero, and the meadows are covered with a layer of frost. The trees are holding on to its last pieces of leaves before going naked. Fingers are frozen and warm breaths are exhaled with mist.

I make my way to the library and find the favourite cubicle. An hour later, the level is filled with people, with the aroma of coffee. For an obvious reason, the atmosphere in the library is tense. The usual chatter is gone and people are looking at their notes, testpads, lecture recording with an occasional distraction to Youtube, Facebook and whatever social media applications on the smartphone.

It's one down, three to go for me. The semester starts off well, but when the mid semester resumes, a series of misfortunes dampen the spirit despite me trying to brush everything off and making things seem normal.

Week 2 

The scene in Chifley has changed drastically as compared to the first week. I am an hour later than usual and there are still ample computers left. I lay out my gears on my study station. I take my pace really slow with the final paper, I had 11 days for it. I start reading a book but it is inconsistent. I start going to gym on weekdays as well. That's how chilled I am. 
There is a distraction or rather an attraction actually. But a Focus application has helped me through a bit. We are talking about planting virtual trees which worth minutes of studying. I guess I have fallen for Econometrics during Easter break, when I was working on the concealed dreams. And now as I have shifted my direction back to what I am supposed to, Econometrics is still charming, even better with a charming lecturer.

Week 3

Chifley is now even more chilled. The chatter returns and the number of students are not as scary. I took the table for four, selfish that way I need a huge table for studies. As usual I lay out my gear neatly but my notes and papers all around the tables. 

Sitting beside the window can be distracting but I like it. Overlooking Fellows Oval, there's always something to see. The birds, the sky, the people. A group of people are playing Ultimate Frisbee. It reminds me when I first played it at St Kilda or West Beach, Melbourne. He teaches me how to flip and catch. He asks me, why did you come to Melbourne? I answer, to mend a broken heart. 

On my last day with Chifley, I spend a mere two hours. It isn’t inspiring and I need to end my relationship with Chifley. It isn't the best library, I am more productive in Hancock and I like Menzies. Art and Music is too small and Law is too old. But I always come to Chifley, there's something about Chifley that I preferred. Probably a sense of belonging and connectedness with the Economics, Finance and Sociology books. 

I packed my bags and books. Bidded Chifley farewell but I'll be back next semester. I'll miss you Chifley.

Wen Xin