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week three

APTAIN’S ORNER

he weeks already kicked off and Overgrad is already underway. From what I’ve heard it’s been great fun. With 4 days left and several events to go you should get to some of them, with tomorrow night’s 80s Party as good as compulsory on your social calendar. After all, who doesn’t love fluro and leg warmers?

’m excited for this edition, for it’s the first with purely fresher written features. There’s some strong talent in the woodwork of the Blocks and I look forward to finding more throughout the campus.

special thank you must go to Aasha and David this week. I’ve been passed out from the plague brought across the seas by Americans and so they took the bulk of the work on this week. So a shout out to them.

inally, congratualtions to the newly elected SDSA Management Committee. I know we all look forward to seeing them in action.

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CAPTAIN’S CORNER

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10 PEOPLE

BOND O’MANCE

TWO ROADS

MUSINGS

HOTTEST 100

PUBLICATIONS DIRECTOR JAMES JEFFREE COMMUNICATIONS DIRECTOR BRIDIE O’SULLIVAN CHIEF OF STAFF AASHA PURLING The views expressed in Scope are not necassarily the views of CHIEF EDITOR BUSA or the editorial sub-committee. DAVID SIMMONS CHIEF PHOTOGRAPHER © Bond University BEN THANGKAM

PHOTOS

WHAT’S ON

Student Association 2014

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CONTRIBUTORS: ANTONY SCHOLEFIELD ELIZABETH LEA LARA SVEINSSON JESS LAMB JUSTINE LANDIS-HANLEY VANESSA GILLAM

The

People you met in

O-WEEK By Lara Sveinsson Illustrations by Elizabeth Lea

The ‘you-don’t-seem-like-a-closetneo-Nazi-so-you’ll-do’ friends These are crucial to the O week formula. In the first few days before any actual friends are made you’ll need someone to help you carry fridges up the stairs, to go the bra with so you can maintain the shaky pretense that you’re not already planning a future with your 18 cats, and to safety-pin your bedsheet back on after you get a bit too rowdy at toga. Your friendship rides on a precise mathematical equation factoring in proximity of your rooms, number of obscure mutual friends and general desperation of both parties to determine exactly who these will be.

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The alcohol-induced BFFL

The big man on campus. Proclaim themselves King of the Blocks from day one and is subsequently under the impression that a) everyone who’s been here a year or two already is their best friend, b) everyone else wants to be, c) they can drink as much as the veterans, and d) their haircut makes them look like a badass.

You might not know their name, but a cask of Fruity Lexia later and you don’t even know your own name, so why sweat the small stuff.

The ones that are pretty bloody confident they’re better than you.

Identifiable by their permanent odour of disinterested condescension, they travel in packs to constantly assert the fact that they don’t need you - they have better friends anyway.

The pancake speed-dater you have absolutely nothing in common with. It took about 15 seconds and two references to their penchant for Nickelback movie musicals to realise you weren’t going to be best friends, but now you have to make uncomfortable small talk until the dictator with the stopwatch says ‘move on.’

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The chronic over-sharer.

The guy you must’ve met at some point but you can’t remember where and now he knows your name but you don’t know his and it’s awkward.

They’ll tell you about their concerns for their genital health and their top 10 bridges in chronological order according to construction date. Whether you wanted to know is irrelevant.

The one who’s way too keen.

While the rest of us are still trying to figure out which direction Building 6 is, they’re in the library doing the pre-readings for week 3 and reorganising their notes into alphabetical order.

The corridor ghost.

Little more than a flash of gym gear in the doorframe or a glimpse of bethonged feet and an off-key rendition of The Real Slim Shady under the shower door; no one’s sure if they actually live on your floor or not, but you all share suspicions that they’re probably an Armenian spy.

Hopefully, after subjecting yourself to hour upon hour of this, you’ll chance upon someone with a mutual appreciation of cat videos/Mexican food/impersonating the Americans at inappropriate times and end up with an actual friend or two by the week’s end. The ones whose meal card you can borrow when you left yours in your room for the 2nd time today, who you can watch reruns of suits with over Ben and Jerry’s when the O week FOMO kicks in, and who will prop you up the stairs when you fall asleep in the doorway of A Block at 4am.

Bond O-Mance

Don’t be fooled by that cherry chap stick; your Bond-O-Mance will come and go. Will it be a fairytale, or more likely a pash and dash?

Bondies are a good-looking bunch. Whether your first Bond kiss was romantic under the arch or you didn’t keep it quite as classay and macked on in the Don’s courtyard… it’s all about shaping your very own Bond Experience. Freshers beware… don’t fall too quickly into a Bond-O-Mance; O-week is for scouting out and smooching a few spunks, but not for tying the knot. If you catch the first fish that you sea, you’ll never get hooked with those big boys who brave the bull sharks during their initiation dip in the Bond Lake.

So for the Romeo and Juliet’s out there, try not to fall too hard too fast. On a daily basis here at Bond you’ll fall in love an average of 3 times a day. With the gym junkie, the American Exchange student who hypnotized you with their baben accent and that Bondie who in retrospect was just another bad drunken decision. Let’s face reality: You’re bound to fall head over heels for numerous Bondies all around the globe. With Valentines Day on the horizon, we’ll see how many O-Mances flourish and how many will malnourish.

Here’s a few tips and tricks for on-Campus love affairs

- Pick up at the Bra. Mutual love over nachos with melted cheese seems to be a winner lately here at Bond. This cheap date seems to do the trick, and if not give them the flick.

Don’t

- Debut at breakfast in the clothes you wore last night. The walk of shame never flattered anybody.

- Pull out your maddest moves on the d floor. Pop it and lock it; this is sure to serenade your lover But please, after O-week do yourself a favour and return to your classy self. Unless you want to rekindle that Bond-O-Mance, don’t make any ridiculous claims of love too soon. If you have found ‘the one’ be sure to

Don’t

Kiss everyone who looks remotely attractive. Take extra care when in an intoxicated state.

- Speed Dating in O-Week. This is where many Bond-O-Mances took flight.

Don’t - I suggest ruling out tutors/Res

Fellows from Day 1. In the Blocks where white walls all look the same at 4am, you’ll end up mistaking your male tutors door for your own, followed by facing him the next day in the most embarrassing confrontation of your life… spice things up a little on Valentines Day. Otherwise for those cruising solo, in the words of Fatboy Slim, just do what you’re always doing: eat, sleep, rave, repeat. By Vanessa Gillam and Aasha Purling

Want to become a volunteer for Red Cross? Interested in becoming a Young Humanitarian?

Volunteer Information Night

Week 3. Thursday. 30th Jan 4pm â&#x20AC;&#x201C; 6pm Living Lab Building 3_1_01

(Pizza and Drinks will be provided) Those interested in becoming a Young Humanitarian, bring $5* *Separate Initiative

Two Roads Diverged In A Wood

by Jess Lamb

mongst the terrors and tribulations of O-week; the forgotten names, the “never again” hangovers and the mild existential crisis when that bank balance reads 98c, one does stop to wonder what is it that brought all of these people to this one place. How did that slow-moving coaster diverge in the woods of life to bring us here? At some stage or another have to question what backstory led to the American whose secret talent lies in an ability to chug a litre of milk faster than anyone else or the Redhead whose response to ‘where are you from?’ is ‘everywhere.’ Outside of their idiosyncratic habitat, even the older students have travelled a unique path that brought them here, too. It forces us to question: why here? Pursuit of bigger and better things? Exploring options? Fast-tracked degree? Need to rub shoulders – sorry, I mean ‘network’- with the future of your industry? Whatever you tell your grandmother. The truth is, we’re all escaping a bad relationship, settling with a program that our ATAR forced us into and desperately trying to reinvent ourselves. Honestly, the list of hard truths are endless and we’ve all got to face them at some stage. As much as we would like this not to be the case, our generation of digital natives aren’t nearly as fickle as we are made out to be. We know too well, life isnt always the easy coasting ride the marketing team would like us to believe it is. Instead, we’re fighting the cheek ache that comes from a 24/7 happy face and a hidden desperation to dull our human emotions with superficial substitues, namely alcohol and other illict substances. There are also plenty of those who push the question as far out of their conscience as humanly possible. How do you define the feeling that hooked you on Bond to begin with? Did it really require that much thought on your behalf? How the hell did we end up here, on a one-way express train into our future without 2 seconds of honest thought if we’ve made the right decision? I may be clutching at straws here, but I supose the point I am making is the journey is a personal one and for myself, I dread being asked that question, for the answer is also a personal one and a decision I fear made for all the wrong reasons. Let’s start with an easier question than the ones above. Who hasn’t lost control one night in substitute of feeling? I don’t just mean drowned the feeling with substance or liquor, I mean delt with feelings by doing something else; going for a run or playing video games until you can’t think any-

more. To clichely quote a movie I once watched: A: “What’s the first thing you do when you get a cold?” B: “Uh... chicken soup, aspirin, scotch...” A: “You never just have the cold?” B: “I don’t know what...” A: “*interrupts* Taken nothing. Just have the cold?” B: “No” A: “No, and that’s us, right? We drown it. Kill it. Numb it, anything not to feel. You know, when I was a doctor in London, no one ever said ‘medahani’. Cos here they feel everything, straight from God. There’s no drugs, no painkillers. It’s the weirdest, purest thing - suffering.” I didn’t quite understand the quote until I started working in Cambodia with a local grassroots NGO around three years ago. Take from that what you will. The biggest motivation for my story is wanting to work in the developing world. I don’t believe, as with the case in Cambodia and other parts of the world, that morality should depend on geography. I don’t believe I can see the things I have seen without the obligation to use the chance that I was born into a first world country to my advantage to help those who weren’t as lucky. I don’t believe that the Khmer Rouge decimation of the educated part of the population of Cambodia would have been as catastrophic if one foreign journalist had managed to cover a genocide - a genocide that almost halved a population and wiped out nearly two entire generations. It left a country once on par with America’s trading system reduced to one struggling against forms of oppression a comfortable Australian is totally ignorant to. Now, obviously there is a story in every scar. Everybody wants that ambition that drives them. Some people aren’t as lucky and haven’t had theirs yet. Some people never find it. Often, those lucky enough to face that existential crisis and come out on top find them when faced with life experiences they never expected as we have to compare our situation to those around us, and realise we must be grateful for what we have. That individual key unlocks the secret to what we want to do with our lives. It opens the door to why why we are here. The pursuit of happiness is not an uncommon goal, whether it be happiness for ourselves or for others we seek. For me, Bond is simply a vessel to and from that inevitable conclusion. When faced with that divergence, I took the one less travelled by. Honestly, though, it actually has made all the difference.

Musings In Some Dark Crowded Cinema

By Justine Landis-Hanley

I never liked Pre-school.

here was that one time that I was asked to lead my fellow classmates on stage at the Annual Christmas Nativity Play. That was nice. But aside from that, I never really enjoyed Pre-school.

It wasn’t the lack of diversity in our activity schedule, and I liked the work that they set. I was genuinely concerned that no one would take my ideas or suggestions seriously. This thought terrified me. So I couldn’t wait to be able to go to University – this magical place where you could call lecturers by their first name, choose the degree you wanted, and were treated as if your opinion has some sort of validity. If nothing else, you had the autonomous ability to decide your course of action, whatever it may be, as long as you were willing to be held responsible for any consequences. And then there here is this remarkable magic about being the age we are that only really hits me in particularly mundane and simplistic moments. Like being at the Arts Centre on the weekend with its fading, swirling carpet and $8 student tickets to see some movie that isn’t coming to any other cinema near you with that guy you grew up with. Like spending the last few dollars lining your back pocket on a chocolate bar that you each break sticky, melting blocks off when you don’t feel like crying during that particularly heartbreaking scene in front of that boy you grew up with. Like allowing yourself to drift, for just a second, in some small dark, crowded, sweaty cinema full of other people with things to do, see, remember,

and people to email, call, write, message, stalk, with the boy you grew up with. And for that brief moment, I’m grateful for the fact that we are at such an age where it is still somewhat acceptable to wear tight jeans and cropped knitwear, and bags with cats on them; to be justify to pass of any fashion faux pas or radical top-skirt paring as an expression of my youthful indignation at the world, when really, all my other clothes were in the wash, and wanted to wear bright yellow shoes because it was raining and yellow made me smile. I’m grateful that I can listen to strange albums and dance up the aisles of supermarkets and make several genius playlists based on one song by a band from Townsville. Next Monday, I turn nineteen years old and enter my last year of being a teenager. I have to start applying for Legal Clerkships, sending out my resume for work experience, clean my study again. But for now, I’m just happy to be sitting in a cinema, sharing a chocolate bar with the boy I grew up with.

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How to top the

Every year, ABC-run radio station JJJ attempts to ratify its own awesomeness by listing the songs it considers the most hip, happening and heroic. Vance Joy’s ‘Riptide’ was announced as the crème de la cool of 2013, followed by Lorde’s ‘Royals’ and Daft Punk’s ‘Get Lucky’. Next year, it could be YOU. Here’s how:

1. Be young: Lorde is 17. Vance Joy is 4. Be Nice: Yes, ‘Wonderwall’ topped 23, but still hasn’t released a full-length album. Aside from Queens of the Stone Age (who debuted in 1999, bloody geriatrics), JJJ is all about the young guns. If you’re a golden oldie, your better nick a Daft Punk visor to hide your wrinkles.

2. Go slow: From Lorde’s languid

minimalism to Vampire Weekend’s cutesy philosophising, slow and steady tops the list. Arctic Monkeys’ transition from rocking rebels to ponderous pallbearers saw them punch in at #4, #6 and #18 this year. It works.

the Hottest 100 Of The Last 20 Years, and yes, Liam Gallagher is an arsehole. That’s the exception. The Hottest songs of Vance Joy, Lorde and Daft Punk are all fundamentally likeable. You won’t hear many bad words about top-tenners Matt Corby, Lana Del Ray, or Flume either.

5. Be Indie(ish): Regular readers (i.e.

my parents) know that I hate genre-label abuse. You can’t ALL be indie. Still, JJJ likes boundary-pushers, genre-busters and ukulele-pluckers. Lady Gaga once walked down the red carpet in a meat dress, and even she wasn’t weird enough 3. Don’t rock: Lenny Kravitz’s ‘Rock to make the 2013 list. Like #79-placed and Roll is Dead’ didn’t make the 100 in A$AP Rocky, you need ‘Fuckin Problems’ 1995. Black Sabbath’s Grammy-winning to get a hip, hot hit. ‘God Is Dead?’ didn’t make the 2013 list. Neither did Avenged Sevenfold, Alter (Remember to thank me in your accepBridge, or Nine Inch Nails. Powderfinger tance speech.) have had the most entries historically, By Antony Scholefield but still - nobody ever trashed a hotel to ‘My Happiness’.

week three Photographer: Kari Grace | Giorgia Stavaruk Events: Whitehouse