The other day I was filling in the hour between my lecture
and my tutorial by people-watching at the Great Court,
Boost in hand. Some people were sitting, most were walking. There was even a
pair playing with a Frisbee. How typically uni is that?
Eventually it neared to 11:10 and the crowds on foot
lessened a bit (easier for people watching, to be honest). After a girl with a
nose piercing passed, I started wondering what I’d look like with one. Trés
grunge, obviously. But I don’t think I could hack a needle or gun or whatever
they use puncturing my nostril. I have one piercing, on the middle of the edge
of my ear, but even that was a frightening Schoolies experience… and much
easier to hide from Mum for a week or so.
The Frisbee boys were still going. People dressed like
they’re from the 20s were still passing. A few hipsters and a few people in
need of haircuts sauntered past. I still had half an hour to kill. I wished I
had brought a magazine or a Barrel of Monkeys or something.