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Stephen Benkert - Deakin University - Spring 2010
Melbourne, Australia
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April 1, 2010 by Steve
Believe it or not, people that come to study abroad actually have to, get this, study. This has been a recent shock to me, seeing as how I hadn't touched a schoolbook since December. Anyhow, it is almost a quarter of the way through the trimester and I have yet to discuss Deakin and the classes in any kind of detail.
My situation here is pleasantly unique, I truly only have one class I need to pass in order to graduate after this term. Teachers, do not fret, I am only describing my rare situation that I have been afforded. I will still, of course, give the same dynamite work that has been expected of me in semesters past.
Because I am in the second semester of my 5th year, most of credits and core classes have been completed. I only need my one Communication class here, Principles of Public Relations, to satisfy my degree. This incredible anomaly has left the rest of my schedule open for three other classes of my choice. And I, in noble fashion, decided to take a few Australian history classes. What better way to become acquainted with a country's culture than to divulge in its rich history?
Note: When in an Australia history class, Americans are expected to know the complete American history. Ex. "What was happening on the other side of the world during 1892? Mr. Washington would you like to tell the class?" Um.
Nevertheless, this is what I have observed about Australian classes thus far:
Classes are split between lectures and tutorials. Lectures are usually in a large auditorium setting. Tutorials are the follow-up to lectures. They are in smaller classrooms with fewer students. The tutorial is a great way to reinforce what was taught in the lecture, and in a more personal setting (the lectures are about 60-100 people and the tutorials are roughly 15-30 people).
Much like in America, classes are based on a good amount of reading. And, much like in America, it is easy to be tempted by various vices (i.e. naps, catching rays, beer, the Australian version of "The View") and fall behind in the readings. By following the readings, it becomes much easier to participate in class. Although on the other side of the world, classes still remain similar to those at Old Dominion.
And now, please come along on a pictorial walking tour of Deakin Uni
The traffic I must cross everyday. Hmm looks a bit like Hampton Blvd.
Entrance #2
The Cheese-grader, a staple of Deakin.
Just some quad.
Einstein's aka the uni bar.
Fantastic library.
The glorious B building. Home of my classes.
A walkway
Another great cafe
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Sitting in the Study Abroad pre-departure meetings, I thought the information was irrelevant and tiresome. There was all of this talk about "The Stages of Studying Abroad" and adjusting to a new culture. But I thought, "I'm as cool as a cucumber, traveling thousands of miles away will not faze me."
Wrong.
After the initial week of adjusting, the "honeymoon phase" began. Oh how grand the honeymoon phase was. Everything was sunshine and high-fives. Everyone was open to meeting each other, and there was always something to do. There was no school. My bank account looked gigantic. I was convinced that this was going to be the feeling for the entire trip. What's this about a "Frustration Stage?" It sounds like a bunch of phooey.
And as sure as Lara Bingle threw Australian Cricketer Michael Clarke's wedding ring down the toilet (yes that is an Australian pop culture reference), the "Frustration Stage" hit. Some of my initial excitement began to wear off. I started to have more questions.
Why am I not getting in to any more adventures?
Why have I not met more locals?
Am I missing out on what my friends are doing back home?
Why are some people having a better time than I am?
Why is Burger King called Hunger Jack's?
This so-called "Frustration Stage" has been difficult. Since the lull of school took over, it has felt like I was doing the same thing I did at ODU. School, gym, Facebook, going out on the weekend. While that routine works fine while at ODU, my time in Australia should not be a mirror image. So, keeping with the mirror theme, I played "Man in the Mirror" and reflected on my time. After hearing the musical inspiration, I stood up and said, "apathy be damned!" I must change my ways.
Thankfully, the "Frustration Stage" was short lived. I decided that if I really want to jump in to Australia, I would have to talk to as many people as I can. Sure, some people will be cold and not care to talk, but many others are happy to talk about a sweet spot for adventure. Like my good friend Sid, the owner/operator of Café Delish, he always has a story to tell. Or take my fellow classmates, who I now strike up random conversation whenever possible. Hello "Understanding stage," my name is Stephen Benkert.
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(adjusting to Australia)
Before I left for Australia I purchased a brand new pair of sandals. Note: sandals are often referred to as "thongs" here, so that can provide many awkward moments. When I first arrived in Australia, my sandals were harsh, rigid, and uncomfortable. I felt out of place, and my comfort zone had been smashed. The straps of the sandals dug in to my feet, mocking me. "Go back home," the sandals would sneer. "Where are your precious socks and sneakers you're so used to?" Quiet sandals, I will adjust.
My spirits were nearly broken after the first few days. Still, I knew I had to press on. As the days and weeks passed, my sandals started to become worn in. It takes time to break in a new pair of sandals. It takes time adjust to a new place. I have been here for over a month and now there is a definite footprint in the sole. I am more confident and at ease, sometimes even brash. I can jaywalk without the overwhelming fear of being struck by a car going some absurd direction. I talk using the metric system. "It's 100 meters that way. Pick up that five kilogram chair. Those M&Ms have far too many kilojoules for my diet." I even claim to understand the intricate game of cricket.
Alas, there are still a few aspects of Australia that I may never understand.
Saying "Yes" To Everything
While going against everything I have learned in D.A.R.E., all those associated with studying abroad will tell you to always say "yes." This is, apparently, the best way to truly experience a culture. At first I was a skeptic. I was stubborn and convinced I could do it all myself. It did not take long to see I was missing out. I bought a ticket on the "yes" plane, hopped aboard, and never looked back. Do you want to go to the mall? Yes. Do you want to go on a mystery bus tour? Yes. Do you want to go on a spear fishing journey? YES!
Deakin Website
When one goes to college, one begins to build a relationship with that college's website. It can take years for one to fully understand how to operate the various uses of the college's website i.e., email, blackboard, signing up for classes, and so on. I believe college is meant to be four years long for the sole reason of grasping the magnitude of a school's complicated web system. And when one goes to study abroad, one is supposed to learn an entirely new system in a matter of weeks. This becomes a giant headache. I have tried, unsuccessfully, to hunt down the top IT people so I can access my email. Now I must come to grips with the fact that it is simply impossible to learn a new school's website in one semester.
The 5th Year
In the states, the 5th year is commonplace. In fact, I've been told graduating in six years is the new four. Not here. The university system is based on graduating in three years. Needless to say, when I explain how I am not going to be a doctor, yet still in my 5th year, some look befuddled. Australians please watch Van Wilder.
Internet
Perhaps the most frustrating aspect of Australia is their Internet restrictions. As a Communications major, it is my job to engulf as much digital media as humanly possible. This means spending hours upon hours on sites like Hulu and Youtube. Here, a site like Youtube comes at a premium. Even on campus Internet is pay as you go. I suppose this could be a good thing. Maybe I will finally kick my Internet addiction. Maybe I will use my time in the library to actually study and not watch monkeys teasing tigers. Ehh maybe some habits are too hard to kick.
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5 Reasons Why…
You should take a trip to Lorne:
1. The Great Ocean Road is nearly as exciting as a roller coaster.
2. The 12 (eight) Apostles are slowly dwindling, they won't be here forever.
3. You might just meet a millionaire who wants to buy out the bar for a night!
4. Surfing brah.
5. It can be described as cozy/quaint… who doesn't like cozy/quaint towns?
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Deakin ESA
The next morning came early. Every day starts at 7am for those that can muster enough energy to fall out of the bunk beds (the sleeping arrangements have been made in the local hostels).
I must say, the hostels in Lorne were far nicer than the ones in Sydney. Our hostel even had fresh fruits to enjoy.
Hostel Entrance
The orientation had a "camp" feel to it. Our day was very structured, with activities to do all day. However, unlike camp, if you didn't show up to an activity, your parents were not called.
The activities for the day varied depending on the color of your wristband. My schedule was such, adventure challenge, biking, and ending with late afternoon surfing. To be honest, the adventure challenge was more of a challenge for the instructors than the students. Basically it was 15 vs. 15 beach volleyball. The bike ride was pleasant.
Bike Ride Final Destination
It is no secret that everyone waited around to go surfing. The surfing was fantastic. Seeing as "Virginia has no waves," I was able to catch some killer swells. All in all the day was enjoyable.
The following day we departed on "The Great Ocean Road" to see the 12 Apostles. Heed the advice of those that say, "Sit on the left and don't have a late night out before getting on the bus." Even those with iron stomachs like myself became a wee bit queasy on this road that had more twists and turns than a slightly above average soap opera.
"The Great Ocean Road" is an unbelievable journey on the coast of southern Australia and culminates at the 12 Apostles. The 12 Apostles are massive rock formations that stand alone and guard the ocean. Regardless that the 12 Apostles are now around 6, due to erosion and whatnot, it is still a sight to see.
An Apostle
More Apostles
Even More Apostles
What a beach orientation! It was educational and enjoyable. It was a great way to make friends with other international students. We were able to surf and relax. Best of all, the entire trip was free! Thank you Deakin.
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February 27, 2010 by Steve
I will tell you to study abroad at Deakin for this lone reason, beach orientation. If there has ever been a better idea than beach orientation for new students, I have never been privy to such idea. Putting 140 international students in the small town of Lorne means one thing, rich adventures.
The trip starts with a two-hour bus trip from Melbourne to Lorne. Sit on the left side of the bus. Always sit on the left side of the bus. Once we arrived, we had our brief orientation. After a few hours of powerpoint slides, I gathered this, "Work hard, play hard, meet people, and swim between the flags."
Hanging at the hostel
Our first day there, we had a fair amount of free time. The only real scheduled event was dinner. What do you get when you combine decks, students, warm weather, and nothing to do? Many cheers and drinks to good health. After dinner, the entire group headed over to Cuda Bar, quadrupling its attendance. The night was grand.
Here is a story of Australian hospitality at its finest: While at the only bar in Lorne that stays open past 10pm, a sudden event changed the lives of a hundred international students. At first, it started with a few murmurs of free drinks at the bar. Then there was talk about some man named Simon. Minutes later, everyone in the bar had libations in hand without giving more than a tip.
Well, a millionaire satellite developer was just passing through Lorne and wanted to make sure all of these international students had a night they would not soon forget. So, why not put down a $5,000 bar tab? (That soon ran out, so without delay, he put another $1,000 down). Thank you Simon. I will remember, however, some will only remember the night through the tales of others.
Next up Days 2 & 3
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February 26, 2010 by Steve
Burwood Student Living
Living accommodations are far different here in Australia. Most students do not travel far and wide to go to school. In fact, the students are mostly local and live at home. That changes on-campus housing completely. There are only two "dorms" on Deakin. One is for year one students and the other is for international students. If you cannot get in to the international dorm, Ihouse, or figure dorms are a bit lame, securing a house is independent.
Don't fret, there is Burwood Student Living. A group of ten houses, five for international students and five for other students, that make up Camp Deakin. The majority of the houses are located within walking distance of each other. Each house sleeps 4-7 students from across the world. Each house has cute name like the Classical house or Sunset house. I live in the Retro house. And it is the best.
I chose the Retro house because I wanted to live with as many roomies as possible. I find roommates to be hilarious and it is great way to make life-long friends from all over. In the house we have Niru from Sri Lanka (but raised in France, "Parle vu frances?"), Amanda from Florida, Nicole from Canada, Ashley from Oregon, Aleks from Norway, and Laura from Kansas. In only a few short days we have become a family.
I hate to make the comparison, but we have been aptly named Real World Retro House. Actually, I don't hate to make the comparison at all, I had to say I hate it so I could feel less guilty about my love for trash reality tv.
I realize choosing to live in a house with a bunch of strangers can be a gamble. High risk, high reward, I know the gig. There will be rich dinners at Sofia's, where little kids sitting in the near vicinity learn a whole new vocabulary, and there will also be good old-fashioned drama. However, I feel living with this group of people will make my time at Deakin that much more rewarding.
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February 20, 2010 by Steve
You should ride the train more often:
1. I think it is considered "going green."
2. If no one sits next to you, you can almost curl up in the fetal position for a light nap.
3. See the countryside of course!
4. Planes are so uppity.
5. Train passengers are far more social, and can be a great way to hear more about the local flavour.
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Getting to Melbourne
February 20, 2010 by Steve
Taking the train is way cooler than flying. It is also a great way to see the country. However, taking a train takes much longer (11 hours from Sydney to Melbourne). Luckily, taking the night train is a great way to see about two hours of the countryside while sleeping the rest.
I would NOT recommend taking the train if you have a hard time sleeping on trains, planes, or automobiles
That said, I truly did enjoy the train ride. The ride was quiet and somewhat relaxing. In the morning, I was able to sip an overpriced coffee while taking in the scenery. Getting away from the coast in Australia means a lot less green. In fact, most of what I saw was rather desolate. And, like any other rural setting, one must get from point A to point B in some sort of all terrain vehicle. Without any further delay, I give you the Australian truck.
The Ute
Once I arrived to the train station (Southern Cross Station, in the heart of the city), I, again, had no predetermined plans of how to get to my house. I believe, however frustrating it may seem at the time, this is the best way to get acquainted with a city. Nevertheless, I was lost and bit overwhelmed.
Southern Cross Station
My first impression of Melbourne was, quite frankly, not a good one. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, the overcast day, or the fact that I wasn't too sure if I was on the right tram. (Don't fret, my attitude quickly changed ten fold once I moved in…)
Looking back, I can safely say that maybe some parts of the trip could have been planned a tad bit better to make for less of a headache. Parts like writing down the address to my house, or having the phone number of my landlord. Alas, all part of the adventure, right?
Finally, I made it to my house. It is true what they say about Aussie hospitality. If you have a question, be prepared for a story. Nearly every person I bumped in to (literally) was more than happy to help me get home.
Next up, meeting the roomies and getting settled.
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Sydney - Day 3
February 17, 2010 by Steve
The start of day 3 in Sydney was a bit on the average side. I walked around for miles again. I went to scenic overlooks and pondered life's questions. Why is there crime in this world? How did Miley Cyrus become so famous? Why can't I be a pop super idol? Why does the air conditioning in the hostel turn off when the light is turned off? Do I really want to spend another night in the hostel?
I could only come up with the answer to the last question, and that answer was no. I was ready to head down to Melbourne (pronounced almost like Mel-bin) I was ready to sleep in my own bed, ready for my own room.
So I booked my train ticket to leave at 8:45pm. With a few hours to kill, I went back to the Darling Harbour. Looking as majestic as the day before, I decided to take a gander from the other side.
From there, I saw something that caught my eye, The World's Largest IMAX!!! I was in a bit of a pickle, however. Ask any traveler if seeing a movie while traveling is a good thing to do. The response will be unfailing, laughter followed by condescending smugness. Yet the tourist in me had a sudden feeling that I had to see Avatar in 3D. Nice marketing Sydney.
Avatar 3D is epic, but also close to seven hours long. With my train departure rapidly approaching, I was forced to leave the movie 15 minutes early and sprint to the station. Please do not tell me how it ends, thank you. I was able to sneak on board just as the train made its final call. With my stomach full of mediocre pad thai and my eyes weary from too much 3D, I reclined my seat to an 85 degree angle and shut my eyes with dreams of Melbourne in my head.
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February 14, 2010 by Steve
Bondi Beach
Day 2 started feeling refreshed after a pleasant sleep with no air conditioning and six snoring men (hostel living at its finest). Regardless, my excitement could not be contained. I was going to the beach.
I began to feel more comfortable in the city, taking buses, not tipping at restaurants (no one does, they get paid over $20 an hour!), pretending like I was going the right way even if I wasn't, remembering that some coins are worth $2 and shouldn't be thrown in fountains, winking at the lovely Aussie ladies, them laughing at my awkward sunburn. Yes, a real local.
"Hello sir, may I purchase one of your bus fares for Bus 330 to Bondi Beach!!!!!! "
Bondi Beach is stunning. It belongs somewhere in the Mediterranean.
This day I decided to apply SPF 30, the norm in Australia. This is perhaps the biggest culture shock for me. After years of going to VA beach with SPF 4 Ultra Dark Island Tanning Oil with Coconut and Buttermilk Extract, I found that rays in Oz are much more direct and piercing.
My one goal for my entire trip to Sydney was complete. I am a huge fan of catching the sun's rays, especially in foreign lands. Another plus, the hit reality tv show Bondi Rescue was being filmed that day. Think Baywatch but far less exciting, the crew spent much of their day eating sandwiches.
Later in the day I was able to meet up with a friend of a friend who studied abroad in Sydney a few years ago (shot outs Joey Terp!). She was able to give me a pleasant driving tour of the city. Then we went back to the hostel to get ready for the night.
Pre-gaming in the common area was a blast. After a few very revealing games of "I have never" ("never have I ever" in the states) with strangers, I found out far too much information on who had done what and where. Hours later, it was time to hit the streets.
We partied that night at some of the "backpacker friendly" spots. The drinks were cheaper and the dress code was looser. My favorite (favourite) aspect of Australia so far is that people love to dance. No bumping and grinding like back in the US, just large masses of people doing their own two step. Dancing solo is already one of my top pastimes, so, I quickly adjusted to this style of living.
The dancing was intense and sweaty. The drinks, Toohey's Pints, because Fosters is not Australian for beer, were bountiful and cheap (AUS $4 is about as cheap as it get for drinks). The night was a good intro in to Australian nightlife.
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February 14, 2010 by Steve
I hopped off the plane at AUS and it was certainly not a Washington D.C. party. Whether I was being naïve, lazy, or some sort of combination with a hint of genius, I decided to do very little about my plans in Sydney. I would say to myself "live outside your comfort zone, it will be good for the experience."
I immediately hated my decision.
No cell phone and no Internet?? I felt like a grounded teenager. More for the adventure I guess.
I took the train from the airport and landed in the heart of a monstrous city named Sydney. Lugging around a giant suitcase on cheap wheels with jeans on in 90 degree weather (32 degree Celsius of course) with no where to go is a rough way to start.
After meandering around for hours and going up and down the same street quite a few times, I found a hostel. I was able to lose the drama aka all of that baggage and change my clothes.
Putting shorts on does wonders for one's overall mood.
The rest of the day I trekked around Sydney. There is something about having no phone, no one knowing where you are, and no plans that is entirely freeing. I began to really see the city.
Sydney is a gorgeous city built on rolling hills. It would be unfair to try and compare it to any other city. The architecture is superbly modern. Every place I went I became more enthralled with the city.
Train Station:
The Upper Harbour (I found the panorama feature on my camera so get used to it):
Even McDonalds is classed up:
Children's Playground:
Concrete Jungle:
The streets hold hordes of people and hundreds of languages. I ate a falafel from Emrie's Kebab and Pizza and tried a full Irish breakfast from Scruffy Murphy's. The diversity rivals a UN lunch-in.
Jet lag made me tired and delirious. I had mid-day dreams of wrestling pigeons. As much as I wanted to go out that night, I went to sleep at 7pm.
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February 14, 2010 by Steve
I had all of the emotions you could imagine sitting in the airport getting ready for an adventure on the other side of the globe. I was giddy and scared. I was excited and sad. I was a bit nauseous due to too much coffee.
The preparation had been tiresome. Paperwork for one school then paperwork for the other. I packed and unpacked. Trying to pack for four seasons in one suitcase is a daunting task. I ended up just packing a bunch of socks and underwear. I hope someone will want to trade a shirt for a pair of Joe Boxers with money signs on them.
I felt under-prepared when I left my house. Was I forgetting something? Most likely yes. Had I packed enough socks? In the back of my head I justified my lack of preparation for my sense of adventure, so who knows what will happen next. I knew that I was leaving this
Fears & Expectations (could be a good tom clancy novel)
Fears:
- Where will I stay when I land in Sydney?
- What should I do about a phone/eating/entertainment?
- What will living in house with six strangers be like?
Expectations:
- Going to the beach
- Meeting awesome people from around the globe
- Enjoying Melbourne
- Maybe a little school work?
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