Childhood. A blissful, almost utopian time in nearly everybody’s life, defined by happiness, purity and obliviousness. A time sprinkled with the belief that anything is possible, allowing us to swim in the wild and ornate potion of our imagination. We were assured that we could do anything that we set our minds to, and we embodied this mantra in every response to “what do you want to do when you grow up?”.
The number of women killed on our streets and in our homes is incredibly alarming. Coupled with recent university incidents, it has evoked fear in many. How do we stay safe? What is Monash doing to help out?
‘Victoria—The Education State’ on every third license plate was enough to convince me that Melbourne had plenty of good universities to choose from. The evaluation process should have been fairly straightforward. Does the uni have my preferred course? Is it reputable? Do I meet the entry requirements?
Hey you, yes you. Glance down at the blobs and bones you call your body. This is an ode to you and the fantastic human being you really are. Quit blushing and read on to learn some self-lurvin’ tips and tricks.