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17.01.2006Tuesday 17 January – Uni & Aboriginal Art

I clean the microwave and modify a website, before going to uni with Clint, via the St Lucia bakery. At uni, I get a new student card, climb through a hedge and knock on a window to get let into the teaching and education development institute—somewhat ironically, given UQ’s recent awards for excellence in teaching—and then go on a search for the hidden teaching evaluations department; they end up being through a small door behind an external stairwell, where no one would ever think to look. Once found, they print out my required teaching evaluation, which I drop off at ITEE, and Clint and I go walking around an aboriginal loop, coming across ludicrous “aboriginal artefacts” such as a ring of painted white rocks, carved stones complete with snapped drills still embedded in them, and “Wattyl Ochre” cave paintings.
I was about to head over to Kieran’s, but someone called, wanting to see the rooms we’re trying to rent. Nearly three quarters of an hour later, Nitin and a friend arrived, and we showed them around the house. Clint arrived shortly after they left, and we drove over to Kieran’s, where we argued philosophically until the wee hours of the morning.
Nitin arrived with a female friend. Both were dark, I’d guess northern African, but not Negro. The girl he came with chatted to Bronwen, while I chatted to him. He didn’t seem to care about much, saying he was happy to take any room that anyone offered him, making it hard to really judge anything about him, and that he’d stayed in a seven-person share house before. Both had quite strong accents of some type, making it a little difficult to understand them. He was currently looking for work, and mentioned that he sometimes likes to cook and spends all day in the kitchen.

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