Little Fish, Big Bowl.

In 2011 I felt like the big fish in the tiny bowl. I was friends with everyone I was at school with (minus a few..), my teachers and I were all on a very friendly basis, I had a licence and my own car, I was one of the big kids of the school where I was excelling, and my relationship with my parents was great (well, most of the time). Everything was making sense in 2011. It was a year where I had a constant flow of money, comfort, food and time. Even though the grade 12 workload provided me with countless breakdowns, I had my mum by my side whenever I needed that boost of reassurance. However, as you can see by the picture, the big fish no longer fits in his little world - he needs to move on to bigger and better things in order to set himself free from restriction, and that is what I did also. I leap 13 hours south from the comfort of normality into a strange city where I had to rely on myself to eat right, sleep right, study right and act accordingly.
Only just over a week into my new bowl and I already had been feeling so overwhelmed, but as I left my first journalism lecture (my first ever lecture) I felt strangely at ease. I may have been talked to of such issues as blackboard (whatttt??), tutorial rooms (thank goodness for UQNAV!), my assessment calendar (ALREADY?!) and a brief outline of the course, but it failed to phase me of how little I understood. It was almost as if this bowl was so much better for me, that this bowl was exactly what I needed, and that this bowl was going to be able to fit so many more fish for me to befriend. I liked my new bowl. I liked my journalism subjects. I liked it here, I just wish I could bring my fish friend from my little bowl.
2012 was the year of the big bowl, and it was going to be a bowl to remember!
29.01.2012