Monash social classes...

Something happend today and i'm not happy.

Pissed off actually.

My day started off well, i woke up at 6:30am and arrived at to my class.

In the afternoon, i promised my friend i'd buy a book for because she was worried the bookstore on campus would be closed and she would happily pay me back.

So there i'm lining up to pay for the book and i bumped into my little sister's friend; Leanne. Leanne, she's cool but the company she was keeping today was not.

She was with by two of her friends and i sensed something was quite definately NOT right with one of them like she was mean, or a socialite (which is common at Monash i'm afraid).

I cut in line behind Leanne the line was starting to look ridiculous and i wanted to have a chat and ahead of us was this beautiful girl. She wasn't skinny, she wasn't fat but she had this radiance about her that made me feel warm and happy. She was greeting her friend like she hasn't seen him in awhile and she was all smiles... i couldn't help but overhear "I'm not from here, i'm from Berwick".

I never really gave thought about Berwick aside from that it's far, despite my thoughts on taking some subjects there because a friend recommended the smaller sizes classrooms really gave him the support he needed.

Anyway, the "mean girl" was worried about the fail marks appearing on her final transcript but she was supported by her friends and reassured that Monash marks are really hard to obtain. They used someone from VUT (Victoria Uni) who would recieve A+'s recieve the D+ equivilent in Monash and laughed.

The mean girl then said "Yeah, it's like students from Berwick trying to pretend they're in Clayton"

and then it happend... it's like all the lights just shut off from my friend and everything went dark with me asking "Did i just hear what i thought i heard?"

The girls giggled and the angel from Berwick looked absolutely shattered. She wasn't smiling anymore nor was she talking.

I don't think the "plastics" noticed this but they've really hit the nail on someone and i wanted to slap the shit out of her.

What the fuck?! i mean seriously, what gives you the right to say that? I'm hoping for her sake she didn't see it because she heard her say she was in Berwick.

Me personally, who cares what campus you go to?

I don't see a "Clayton forever!" or any Monash apparel from her for that matter... if the campus burnt down tomorrow she'd probably say "Okay, where's the next closest Uni for all the fake, pretentious, socalite losers like me to run amok?"

That's just wrong. Really wrong. I guess i would've just thought "man what a b!t#h" every other day but today the situation was exacerbated and i've really got to vent this.

I repeated loudly, hoping the poor girl would hear "all uni degree's are the same. The degrees you recieve don't have campuses written on them and they all say "Monash Univeristy... blah blah blah"

The mean girl replied "Oh, why not?!" Like that was anything to be proud of.

"Well, they should!"

Sure, i'm proud of the campus that hold fakes, the campus whose toilet stinks more than the a dog's breathe does on a really bad day and the shitty building that sinks half an inch every year. Oh yeah, I love it.

A part of me wanted to chase after her and tell her we're not all that bad and don't let a few rotten apples spoil the barrel lines but i don't know why i didn't. I paid for the book, told the girls what they had done and while they giggled and (probably) felt bad... i walked ahead and i didn't want to be in their presense any longer chasing after the girl.

I looked for anyone carrying a brown "Monash bookshop" bag but nothing. If i could wind the clock back for a few hours... today would be it. I hope she's okay... she just looked really hurt. I mean, think about it... you're having a good day and you decide to finally pay over the top prices for your book in clayton, bump into a friend and then like a real televised drama get told the institution you attend is a piece of shit compared to the "real" campus and you're left pondering that thought as your self esteem just got tagged for extermination.

Fuck, we're in Uni for God's sake... how can people protest about different social classes, the "Marxism" posters, economic and political reforms and other inequalities when we have pinheads who think they're better because they worship the concrete they stand on? (Technically, it was carpet)

No one's shit smells better than anyone elses. Period.

-Jay