I’ve missed this blog. I feel like I didn’t just forget it for a bit, but almost lost it. Does a blog exist if no ones blogging? That’s a question my postmodern philosophy teacher might ask, but perhaps even that question is a little too concrete for him.
At the time of my last blog post, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t studying Creative Writing at RMIT. I knew I was going to, I was preparing for it and was getting pretty excited, so perhaps my life should be divided into BU (Before Uni) and AU (After Uni). Not that my experiences have been so significant or enlightening to warrant something like that but it’s a routine shift that explains the lack of blogging.
I’ve finished my third week of classes and have my first essay due this week. Which is very much the scary part of the whole thing, but overall I think I’ve found what I want to be doing. I’m happy to be spending a whole bunch of my time in Creative Writing classes. It feels a little too good to be true, because I feel like there’s reality as a rope tied to my body and it can pull me out at any point possible. Mitigating the awesomeness that is starting the course is all the pressures pushing against it, namely a financial one, which was always a concern I had before I applied. And I applied forgetting it for a moment because I really wanted to be here and now I’m here I don’t want to leave.
Without going into too much detail, the problem lies with Centrelink and it’s almost voyeuristic and intrusive process of assessing income of people in relationships. The whole concept that you should be financially reliant on another person is problematic in itself, and especially so when Centrelink won’t provide you with anything to live on whilst studying, but the government that funds it will quite happily subsidise polluting corporations or let someone like Andrew ‘Twiggy’ Forest not pay his company’s tax because unlike myself, Gillard and co. are just a phone call or fancy lunch away from solving problems or coming to an agreement.
My postmodern philosophy teacher might argue that all feelings or perceptions are just that and that you might be able to alter those perceptions but I think I’m one crisis away from being dragged back into the real world, or I’m already neck-deep in it.