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Lost & Found Empire Times would like to acknowledge the Kaurna people, who are the traditional custodians of the land Flinders University is situated on, and that their land was stolen and never ceded. We would like to pay our respects to the elders of the Kaurna nation and extend the respect to other Aboriginal peoples past, present, and future.

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Emily Mae Boxall // ‘Lost & Found’ 1

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Writers Amy Bennett Brie Dark Carmen Giffen Courtney Lawrence Ebony Algate Hari Prasad Hollie Gardner Jasmin Algate Jessica Rowe Kate Mandalov Kyra Lawrence Liz Waldron Phoebe Sydney-Jones Rachelle Boyle Sarah Sammut Sheridan Phillips Simran Kahlon Sophie Hercus Tabby Knight Tony Saad Tully Templeman

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contents President’s Address

6 // Your Student President's words from home

Misplaced My Spoons 8-11 // Balancing disabilities in life

A Brief History of Navigation 12-13 // And finding out where the fuck you are

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Unexpected Finds 14 // Reconnecting at Flinders

The Saint of Lost Things

Humans of Flinders

28 // Guidance under my patron

16-17 // Hear from other voices on campus

A Necklace in the Rain

No One Knew She Was Gone

29-31 // A short story

18 // A poem

Creative Competition

Lost: Education Student in North Queensland

32 // Info on our upcoming comp

19-20 // Experiences with the Aurora Internship

Get Thrifty

Australia: Unexplained

33 // Finding preloved gems

21-24 // Our country’s most infamous cold cases

Pets of Flinders

O’Fiesta Memories

34-35 // Rescue edition

Lost in Prague 36 // A poem

Historical Discovery 37-38 // Lost city of Tenea found

Lost on Campus 39 // Recounts from fellow students

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Political Correspondence 40-41 // Q&A with uni political clubs

Pass?on 42-43 // Where am “I”?

STELARC 44-45 // FUMA art exhibition review

Student Council Profiles 46-47 // Q&A with council officers

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Puzzles & Activities 48-49 // A comic and things to do

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25-27 // New year, same event, new you

The Cook Nook

50 // DIY spicy instant ramen recipe

From the Editors

eah, social distancing, huh?

Amy signing in! Shit’s gotten pretty wild from where me, Bec, and Carmen started this issue. After a few direct hits, I’ve been able to find some cool stuff out about myself; I enjoy learning no matter where I am, I can still chill with my friends (Skype sessions to watch One Piece, nature hikes, etc), and the like. It’s cliché, but hey, if I stopped letting myself have fun I would lose who I still am at heart. So keep your chin up, kids, you’re doing great.

Hello, Bec here! (That Prince Zuko quote will never get old, I swear).

It’s truly been an interesting time, but it’s also been an eye-opening experience to learning how much the little things truly mean; I owe my sanity purely to webcomics—waiting for their updates is the only reason that I haven’t completely lost track of what day it is. I hope you’re all doing as well as you can be and have managed to find something— however big or small—to help get you through all of this.

‘Sup, ducks, it’s Carmen. If you haven’t been doing well, know that’s absolutely fine—I’ll be the first to admit I’ve struggled with feeling lost and needing help to find motivation. Through this, I’ve developed a mindset of: well, hey, if it helps you cope with things, go right ahead. For me, this has involved eating fancy cheese with Doritos, making sappy videos of my friends pre-‘Rona, and playing a lot of Animal Crossing.

Now more than ever, people will want to be there for you if you reach out, and help is available through Flinders, FUSA, and your lecturers if you need. We hope reading this lil’ mag will help, too.

Catch you on the flip-side!

Amy, Bec, and Carmen Empire Times Editors, 2020

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President’s Address socialise in the environments that we’ve become so accustomed to, I have no doubt that we’re all going to find out a thing or two about ourselves during this period of social distancing, as corny as that sounds.

Hi everyone! Josh here again with another Student President Address! It’s early April as I write this and the first address that I’m writing on a computer at home. Weeks ago, I advised Student Council to begin working from home to start practicing social distancing now, following the advice from the university and government sources, as campus facilities began to transition online. The picture I’m sharing for this address was taken only a short time ago. I attended the International Women’s Day March with some other members on Student Council and my sister pictured here. Unfortunately, this seems to be the last mass gathering that we’ll be attending for a little while.

The theme for this edition of Empire Times is ‘Lost and Found’. I’m starting to be concerned that our editors at Empire Times can predict the future given the theme they allocated the theme for this edition of your student magazine at the beginning of the year. While yes we have lost the ability to work and

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I’m immensely proud of the manner in which my colleagues and indeed the broader university community are responding to this global health pandemic. FUSA has been at the forefront of a student campaign to hold our university to account and ensure that they’re doing everything they can to support our students. In my time I have never seen the student body take to a FUSA campaign with such enthusiasm and passion, and this has been replicated by student unions, associations, and guilds right across the country. Not since the Coalition Government’s attempts to deregulate university fees six years ago have we seen students engage with their peak representative body: the National Union of Students.

As we continue to adapt to this new period of social distancing, we need all corners of the student community to band together and support one another. We need clubs, collectives and academic associations to be responsive and proactive in supporting the needs of our community, and FUSA will continue to play a supportive role in facilitating this. While I know that the period ahead is daunting and unprecedented, I know for certain that our community will be there for one another when times do get tougher.

Thanks once again for picking up another copy of Empire Times. To the editors, contributors, and readers of Empire Times, now more than ever do we need the art, vision, insights, and the politics of our student community.

~ words by Josh Rayner Bachelor of Public Administration

Misplaced My trigger warning: discussion of mental health Spoon and Fork Theory

In 2003, Christine Miserando went out to lunch with a friend and was asked what it felt like to have lupus. She grabbed 12 spoons from nearby unoccupied tables, and asked the friend to describe daily activities. Every activity, even apparently simple ones such as showering or getting dressed, deducted a spoon from the pile. Soon, the pile was half-depleted before the friend even got to their workplace. Thus “spoons� became a metaphor for managing chronic pain and energy in day-to-day tasks.

Spoon Theory has become common metaphors used by people with chronic mental and physical health issues to explain their experiences.

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Spoons In Year 10, my high school education was rudely interrupted by my body’s refusal to work anymore.

Maybe it was my brain. We still don’t know exactly what the cause was, but the upshot was that nearly all of my spoons were lost to time. I barely left my bed for the majority of Years 10, 11, and 12. I was lucky enough to have an incredibly supportive family who picked up after me around the house when I was at my worst, and gently guided me to opportunities that would help me feel better.

However, it has been a long, hard journey to get my brain and body up to the level of spoon management where I can tackle a full-time uni load, work enough to pay my bills, and not slide into a mental health sinkhole due to burnout.

Long-term illness and disability can be fickle beasts. Discovering this kind of condition in yourself often requires a drastic change in mindset—a shift away from pursuing a return-tohealth, and towards pursuing a new model of what “health” means for you. My experience entailed the sort of distress that you find in the darker side

if you know where your spoons have gone, you’ll be better at recovering them of “mind-body health”: my rapid deterioration in (and thereafter persistently poor) physical health had swept my normal mental and emotional coping strategies out from under me. So long as I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t address an anxiety spiral or depressive slump. I could no longer afford to leave assessments until the last minute, only to blaze through them the night before and get excellent grades. Now I couldn’t do them at all.

It took extensive trial and error to find ways to get through high school. Some of the techniques made my condition worse. I would have moments of clarity where I was frustrated, furious—I knew that my identity as a high-achiever, perfectionist, passionate activist, and budding academic was being stripped away from me.

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I would push myself harder and harder just to get through a single class at school without falling asleep at the desk—and then be completely exhausted for a week because I had burned out.

Slowly, I got gentler with myself, and my moments of clarity grew longer, and my periods of burnout grew shorter. I am sure that by the time I graduated I had not attended a full week of classes in two years. I was deeply depressed, but I had been deeply depressed for a very long time, so I had made it my new normal. More importantly, I had developed an understanding of the new ways that my mental, emotional, and physical health interacted, and could track my current experiences against a modelled trajectory. I would have peaks and troughs, but my line of best fit was always improving. Even at my worst, I was getting better at managing my condition, so I was beginning to find more spoons again.

Now, I live in a different state from my parents, with a housemate who is very forgiving of my variable ability to address the mess. I have a responsibility to earn in order to afford to live here, but I don’t qualify for any kind of benefits because nobody knows what kind of disability I have is. I’ve had to use my spoons on work in order to afford to study, and while I’ve been working on finding the old spoons I thought I’d lost, it’s been a long process. I have often had to be strategic in my spoon expenditure. It’s not always possible to find new spoons, but I’ve been able to salvage whole sets from gently, strategically, slowly increasing my academic load. After five years, I graduate from my combined bachelor’s next year, and I am determined to pursue postgraduate study.

~ Over this time, I have developed a number of systems to manage my own conditions and I know they will be controversial. I know this because I have had to selectively ignore at least part of the advice of nearly every teacher I have ever had in order to strategically accommodate my own limited capacity. These strategies are only evidence-based for a sample size of one, but if my struggles sounded familiar to you then they might be worth a try.

Understand the typology of exhaustion. Is your fatigue due to brain-spoon, body-spoon, or emotional/stress-spoon depletion? The reason I separate them is that I found different techniques worked for different types of exhaustion. If I tried to sleep off a depressive slump, my condition would not improve, but if I tried to push myself

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to leave the house and socialise when my body needed to rest, I would also struggle to improve.

The mantra “listen to your body” only works if you understand what it is telling you, so find ways to identify the difference between different types of exhaustion. If you know where your spoons have gone, you’ll be better at recovering them.

When structuring your learning as a “spoonie”, start with the question: “what is the bare minimum that I need to do in order to pass this class?”. Get into the practice of disregarding questions of what you need to know; every 1/8th of a teaspoon is precious, so be very specific about how bare your minimum is. Start with the course guide and the Statement of Assessment Methods (SAMs), and use the content of your assessments to guide your spoon expenditure during the semester. Get your assessments started before you try to watch any lectures or do any readings. They are your grade, so prioritise them. When are they due? What else are you doing at that time? What sort of activity do they involve—are they assessing you on prior knowledge, or assessing you on your skillset? If you can, try to get the skill-set assessments started at the beginning of the semester as your priorknowledge assessments will often have specific weeks’ worth of content attached and you won’t be able to attack them until later.

With apologies to lecturers, this process does not start with aiming for 100% attendance at lectures. I have found attending lectures to be a massive drain on my resources, leaving little left for paying attention. This is not to say that “all lecturers are useless”—this is to say that my ability to pause, rewind, set down and pick up and

replay lectures online has saved my degree. If I’m running low on spoons, it’s draining just to be in a room with anybody talking, let alone attempting to pay attention for an hour straight. It wastes my cognitive energy and results in lower performance when I push myself to focus on lectures rather than employing my own structure of learning, and it’s disrespectful to the lecturers when I pass out in my chair. I learned that the hard way.

Finally, remember that you can’t force yourself to perform when you’re out of resources. People with chronic conditions exist in a state of flux between peaks and troughs, and may not have a constant arc of “recovery”. Keep your line of best fit in sight and know that as you get better at managing your condition, your peaks are getting bigger and your troughs are getting smaller. One step at a time.

~ words by Liz Waldron Bachelor of Behavioural Sciences & Bachelor of Arts

~ art by Rebecca Stevenson Bachelor of Creative Arts (Creative Writing)

If you or anyone you know are struggling with any disability that affects study, please contact

Flinders Health Counselling and Disability on #8201 2118 for support or to discuss access plans.

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A Brief History in Navigation and finding out where the fuck you are

For as long as humans have walked this earth,

~ art by Bec Manser Bachelor of Creative Arts (Creative Writing)

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we’ve been trying to devise better ways to do things. The same goes for navigation, or ‘the art and science of determining the position of a ship, plane, or other vehicle, and guiding it to a specific destination’. It is called an art as well as a science as navigation requires an integral understanding of both the earth and the heavens; a history of navigators have needed to use practical judgement to make a good decision with either incomplete or overly complex data to remain safe and true on their course.

It wasn’t simply seafarers who benefitted from the advancement of navigation. Astronomers, artists, cartographers, mathematicians, scientists, adventurers, and so many more all have seen the rise of technology, knowledge, and skillsets throughout history due to the changes in navigational techniques. It has applied to all matters of human advancements—trade, exploration, and warfare.

Although it wasn’t always the high-tech system that we simply plug a few coordinates into today. The ancient Minoans who lived on the Mediterranean island of Crete from 30001100BCE observed landmarks and watched the direction of the sun and stars to navigate the waters. Essentially, nearly all early mariners hugged the coastline to find their way, and didn’t further much beyond that due to a lack of tools and knowledge. It’s only taken a few more thousand years to cook up better ways of charting a route through the sea, as well as the land and sky.

There are many methods that have aided in navigation. Compasses are integral to any travellar’s orientation, but more on them later. Celestial navigation uses the stars (or constellations), moon, sun, and horizon to calculate position and is especially handy when there are no identifiers on the open seas, whereas piloting relies on a fixed visual reference like landmarks or other objects in sight to determine position. Dead reckoning is a method that factors in compass direction, speed, currents, and other extraneous information to determine the vessel’s location and is still as used by mariners today as a last resort.

Navigational tools have also seen a great amount of change. The mariner’s compass is one of the earliest man-made navigation tools and was the precursor to the magnetic compass. Nautical charts also started becoming popular in the mid-13th century to keep records of voyages, routes, and other seafaring information.

the act of navigation throughout history has certainly been a story of perseverance Later, instruments such as the cross-staff, quadrant, astrolabe, sextant, and chip log were used dynamically throughout history to allow more accurate and reliable methods of navigation.

Modern navigation, however, relies on the impossible intricacy of electronic data. The list of these inventions goes on: first introduced in 1907, the gyroscopic compass was not affected by any magnetic fields and forever points true north; the practical radar (radio detecting and ranging) system was produced in 1935 to locate objects beyond range of vision by projecting radio waves against them; the Loran (Long Range Navigation) was developed from 1940-1943 using radio transmissions to determine position; and finally in the late 20th century, the GPS (Global Positioning System) saw to replacing the Loran, functioning in nearly the same way but by using satellite signals instead of radio.

The ways us humans have adapted to the act of navigation throughout history has certainly been a story of perseverance. But, above all, I think the most important thing in our history of navigation has been the constant fluctuation in how we’ve constantly sought better techniques, models, and tools to make our journeys easier. Our enduring ability to find a faster, safer way home is a core factor of human existence, after all.

~ words by Amy Bennett Bachelor of Creative Arts (Creative Writing)

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Unexpected Finds I knew coming to university would mean

connecting with a stream of new friends, but I didn’t realise it would also be a breeding ground for reconnecting with old ones. Fresh out of Year 12 and ready for this highly anticipated new chapter, I was surprised to find—scattered around the O’Week fair—pieces of my childhood in the form of people.

I grew up on Kangaroo Island, where my school contained a whopping 60 students, and my friends and I were incredibly close. I saw them every day, in every class, and every Saturday netball game.

Before I moved off-island for high school, I could hardly fathom a reality where I wasn’t by the side of my beloved life-long friends. Upon returning for holidays, my friends and I would make an effort to catch up, but it wasn’t long before we accepted we were riding different waves; we returned to our individual paths when school began again. You’d be surprised at how quickly you get used to living without people, eventually laughing at yourself for once upon a time not being able to imagine life without them.

you may just stumble across an old part of yourself—a hobby, a friend, an interest—that you might have lost sight of

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After the long haul of Year 12, returning to Kangaroo Island for the following break was a welcomed homecoming. I was relieved to see my oldest friends again, the previous year bringing clarity as to which relationships meant the most to me. But while I enjoyed seeing my friends, stress levels were high as I mentally prepared to start all over again at uni. What I didn’t count on, was that the end of this break would be different, because my goodbyes weren’t to be long-lived.

It’s a strange feeling to walk around a bustling, foreign institution and suddenly bump into people from your tiny town, all there for the same reason: like two worlds colliding. I realised that, for the first time since starting high school, we were once again riding the same wave. Never had I imagined I would be so lucky as to see my childhood friends every day once more, as we take on the world outside the borders of our humble island-home together.

It’s important to remember that while university can be a shiny new beginning, you may just stumble across an old part of yourself—a hobby, a friend, an interest—that you might have lost sight of until now. Use this opportunity to re-adopt things that once brought you joy, because you won’t be riding this wave forever.

~ words by Jessica Rowe Bachelor of Creative Arts (Screen)

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HUMANS of FLINDERS STUDENT: BUSINESS & INTERNATIO NAL STUDIES

In what way has Flinders University let you find out something new about yourself?

Flinders University has made me realise that

Simran

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I need to push myself outside of my comfort zone and take risks if I want to improve my skills academically. When I started university, I was only comfortable doing 2,000 word essays and five minute presentations but now I’m doing larger essays and longer presentations. This is all because over the years I’ve had to push myself outside my comfort zone to meet these expectations, which isn’t easy. I’ve fumbled and made more mistakes than I’d like to admit, but I’ve improved. I’m proud of that.

STUDENT: LAW & INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS

Ebony Since beginning my studies at Flinders

University in 2018 I have discovered a lot about myself. University has exposed me to new experiences which have allowed me to discover who I want to be as I grow older. I have been presented with many opportunities that have shown me that I am capable of rising to face challenges and achieving great things when I put my mind to it. I have learnt that I am capable of enduring stress and adverse conditions to achieve what I want in life. Flinders University has allowed me to learn a lot about myself and I am excited to continue learning.

STUDENT: BA (HIGH ACHIEVERS)

Sophie For me, being at Flinders University has

been a very enlightening and enriching experience, and has helped me learn many new things about myself. It is the first time in my education that I have had complete freedom over what I learn, which has allowed me to discover what I am truly passionate about. In the process, it has also meant that I have had the opportunity to meet many new people of a likeminded nature. The range of experiences and knowledge of those I have met has broadened my horizons and aided in my personal growth and development.

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A dusty box in the back of a closet.

A forgotten box— in a forgotten closet, in a forgotten room, in a forgotten house —inside.

Pieces of a barbie pulled apart.

And on each limb, each body part, a tag that says lost.

Why would someone do such a thing, a horrible thing?

To make something human inhuman.

Stripped away of humanity, no longer a person.

Sure, she’s a doll, but even so it means something.

It exists to model something real.

No matter how unrealistic, it still bears resemblance to someone.

It could be you.

It could be me.

no one knew she was gone

These dolls have a fixed face, a constant smile.

But she looks so sad, so broken, completely removed from the world.

Here, but not really, not as she should be. ~ words by Phoebe Sydney-Jones

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Bachelor of Creative Arts (Creative Writing)

LOST: Education Student in North Queensland REWARD:

New Friends, Increased Confidence, Career Development

I was running to class in June after desperately doing laps of the carpark. Perhaps it was one of those meant-to-be moments I’d never thought existed, because the same moment I was contemplating spending my last $4 on a chai latte, I saw an Aurora Internship Program poster. Taking a photo, I made a mental note to visit their website.

The Aurora Internship Program is offered to many Australian univeristies (universities—like Flinders!— provide funding for it) to foster careers and experience in the native title and/or the broader Indigenous sector, whilst providing further resources and support to organisations in need.

After submitting my application that night, I immediately went into anxiety mode, convincing myself I wouldn’t even get an interview. So, when I found myself before the judging panel almost two months later, I couldn’t believe it. Fast forward another month and I’d been accepted into the program.

I’d been at the Cairns Airport baggage claim for five minutes before it hit me: everything around me was new. I didn’t know where anything was, I think I was lost.

Fan on, door closed, suitcase plonked on the floor, I’d arrived at my accommodation and met my housemates, but I was ready to escape to my room and sleep. The next few days, I familiarised myself with the transport and shops nearby. Before long, it was the night before the first day of my internship and the anxiety returned. I managed to calm down, reassured myself that I could do this and made a call home to Mum. With no time to even say, ‘I’m an education student, get me outta here!’, I found myself at the end of my first week having dinner with one of my housemates.

During my internship, I was on the Culture and Curriculum team, which provided me with

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opportunities to attend training sessions and workshops and meet the CEOs. Whilst I did my fair share of manual filing and printing materials, I also developed connections and relationships with people I still contact and proved to myself I was working towards the career I wanted.

Weekends were for sleep, but also about exploring.

One weekend, I went to Kuranda. I took the skyrail up, did walking and riverboat tours, explored markets, and held a koala before heading back to Cairns. The day made me feel invincible: perhaps I wasn’t as lost as I originally thought.

On my final day, my team and those working around me organised a morning tea. We talked about what had gone well over the week and at the end they surprised me with a goodbye cake. I was so thankful for meeting people who are passionate about their work.

That night, my housemate and I had dinner together—my “final supper” she called it. We chatted, laughed, and reminisced about my time in Cairns. I wanted to get an early night, but soon 11pm came and went, and so did my effort because I felt as if I’d finally settled into my new home.

The following morning, as I gave my housemate a big hug goodbye and promised to visit her again

it was amazing to explore something new by myself and at my own pace soon, my phone notified me my taxi was nearby.

With my baggage checked in, chai latte in one hand and boarding ticket in the other, Cairns Airport hit me again. Perhaps I’d arrived in Queensland slightly lost (and no doubt I’d feel that again), but as my plane took off, it’s like I could tear down that lost poster I’d started my journey with, because that education student had truly found herself.

Through my internship with Aurora, not only did I receive complete support throughout my time in the program from the team, but I was able to spend my uni holidays developing skills, exploring a possible future career pathway, and meeting new people who helped and inspired me with their commitment and passion. I highly recommend undertaking an Aurora internship if you get the chance.

~ words & photography by Sarah Sammut

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Bachelor of Education (Primary R-7) & Bachelor of Arts

Australia: Unexplained

Where?

Why? Who? What?

Humans as a species have a highly developed sense of curiosity, and it is due to this curiosity that we understand so much about the world. So, when we are faced with a mystery, something we can’t locate the answers to, we tend to obsess over it.

Which is why this article will be talking about some of the most intriguing cold cases in Australia. I will be ordering the stories from least gruesome to most if you happen to own a squeamish stomach.

trigger warnings: descriptions of death

~ Where? Lasseter’s Lost Reef

Not strictly considered a “cold case”, Lasseter’s Lost Reef is the Holy Grail of Australia, a legendary quartz reef in Central Australia said to be laden with gold. The myth began through the writings of an Australian-American man named Harold Lasseter—formerly named Lewis Hubert Lasseter—(1880-1931) to politicians in 1929, as he detailed a quartz reef filled with gold ‘as thick as plums in a pudding’. Two expeditions followed Lasseter’s claims, as did the press, sparking the imagination of Australians everywhere.

As the story goes, in 1897 (or in some cases 1911), a 17-year-old Lasseter, was returning from a failed ruby rush excursion in Central Australia. Rather than returning via his initial route through Queensland, Lasseter embarked on a journey towards Carnarvon on the coast of Western Australia. As he rode through the

desert, he stumbled upon the reef which he described as ‘seven miles [11.3km] long, four-toseven feet [1.2–2.1m] high, and 12 feet [3.7m] wide’. Unfortunately, soon after the discovery, his horses died. Stranded and lost, he would have also perished if not for the aid of an Afghan cameleer and surveyor.

During the Great Depression, the 1930 Central Australian Gold Exploration (CAGE) expedition embarked to find the reef with Lasseter as their guide. The otherwise well-equipped team found multiple problems, including difficult terrain and internal disagreements. Lasseter and the rest of the search party eventually split because of these arguments. Lasseter was left to traipse the desert alone, where later he lost his provision-carrying camels. In January 1931, a starving Lasseter scribbled his last entry into his diary: ‘What good is a reef worth millions? I would give it all for a loaf of bread’.

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Many people have devoted their time to finding the elusive treasure trove, one of which being Lasseter’s own son, Bob Lasseter (1945-2006), who dedicated most of his life to the search. Of course, there are many sceptics on the matter that believe the senior Lasseter was lying about his discovery. But it’s the uncertainty that makes it a mystery and why it brings in crowds of people every year just to try their luck in finding it.

Why? The Disappearance of Frederick Valentich In late October 1978, Frederick Valentich (19581978), a 20-year-old pilot-in-training, lifted off from Victoria’s Moorabbin airport at 6:19pm in a light Cessna 182L aircraft (named Delta Sierra Juliet) on a straight SW flightpath to Cape Otway from which another straight path stretched SE to King Island, Tasmania. Valentich at this point had only flown approximately 150hrs and was not comfortable flying over water. He had, however, flown this path before, though never at night.

The first 40 minutes of Valentich’s flight in the lightened twilight sky was uneventful, with no cloud cover and little wind. He reached the Cape Otway Lighthouse safely at approximately 7:00pm where he turned his plane to fly over the Bass Straight towards his destination, King Island. Little did he know, he would never make it.

At approximately 7:06pm, Valentich radioed into Air Traffic Control in Melbourne asking: ‘Is there any known traffic below five thousand [feet]?’. The receiver, Steve Robey, denied any other aircrafts being in the area. Valentich continued to describe a large aircraft flying approximately 1000 feet (300m) above Delta Sierra Juliet, with four white lights, a green light, and a metallic exterior. He also commented that it’s ‘playing some sort of game’. There’s a few seconds of silence before he announces ‘it’s vanished’. At 7:12pm, Valentich worriedly alerted Robey, ‘uh, Melbourne, that strange aircraft is hovering on top of me again.

[Silence for 2 seconds.] It is hovering, and it’s not

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an aircraft’, followed by 17 seconds of silence and then loud scraping metallic noises. This transmission ended at 7:12pm and 49 seconds, the last documented words of Valentich. Investigations on the area were undertaken until October 25th, but little trace was found.

As I imagine, you would have guessed that one of the leading theories for Frederick Valentich’s disappearance was the appearance of aliens. For many, this is an outlandish theory. It does, however, explain not only the scenario in the transmission, but also the fact there were no remains despite the fact that the Cessna 182L was built to be fairly buoyant in water. Multiple UFO reports were also submitted after the disappearance, including a report from a farmer witnessing the strange craft outside of Adelaide, with Delta Sierra Juliet attached to its side, the morning after the disappearance. The farmer managed to etch the planes registration into the side of his tractor.

when we are faced with a mystery, something we can’t locate the answers to, we tend to obsess over it On the opposing view, Valentich was an inexperienced pilot, that had also failed the five commercial license examination subjects twice and had been rejected from the Royal Australian Air Force. It could have also been that he had simply become disorientated by the sea and the changing of light, and had mistaken his own craft’s lights for that of another or the stars for something otherworldly. Reportedly, the young pilot had also been interested in extra terrestrial activity which could have warped his interpretation of the situation.

Who? The Somerton Man

Some mysterious deaths are more difficult to solve than others, but little are more perplexing than that of the Somerton Man. On November 30th, 1948, at 7:00pm, John Bain Lyons and his wife took a stroll along Somerton beach just outside of Adelaide. As they were walking north along the coastline to Glenelg, they spotted an immaculately dressed man laying in the sand adjacent from the water, his head propped up against the wall.

Lyons watched the man lift his right arm aloft and then proceed to drop it back into the sand. Lyons assumed that the man was drunk and attempting to smoke a cigarette. Another couple noticed the man at 7:30pm to a similar conclusion.

It was not until the second day, December 1st, that the nature of the man’s presense was realised. As Lyons was returning from his morning swim, he noticed a crowd around the area. The man was still laying in the same fashion Lyon had seen him before, only he had no colour in his face. There was no sign of struggle in the man’s appearance, and a cigarette hung in his collar as if it merely fell out of his mouth.

The enigmatic man was taken to the Royal Adelaide Hospital where Dr. John Barkley Bennett announced his death as heart failure through poisoning. They searched the man’s pockets to find a collection of unassuming items, but no source of identification. All of the brand tags on the man’s clothing had also been removed.

From an autopsy, a number of factors were found that once again indicated a poisoning including a stomach full of blood, though his lunch (a pasty) had no indication of being the culprit. A poisoning would have explained his “drunken” stupor the day earlier if a toxin was slowly taking hold of his body.

However, an expert chemist could not find any trace of poison in his blood or organs. Sir Cedric Stanton Hicks, an eminent professor, suggested that the possible cause of the man’s death

could have been by two incredibly rare poisons: digitalis and strophanthin. Both were known for disappearing soon after taking affect.

Despite the man being in his mid-40s, he had the calf muscles of an athlete, and strangely odd-shaped toes, as if he had spent time wearing pointed, high heels, or wore ballet flats.

Fingerprints were also taken of the man and distributed throughout Australia and later to the English-speaking world, but to no avail. People were also shown the body in hopes of identifying him, once again to no success.

In April, John Cleland, an emeritus professor of pathology, searched the body again to find a hidden pocket along the pant’s waistband. Inside, Cleland discovered a piece of paper containing two words: ‘Tamám Shud’, which translates from Persian to ‘it is ended’. The piece of paper was torn from a rare New Zealand edition of a book of poetry called Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.

As the body was beginning to decompose, a cast was made intended for future identification attempts before the body was embalmed and then buried under sealed concrete. As late as 1978, flowers were found at the grave from an unknown origin.

On the 23rd of July, 1949, a Glenelg man approached the Detective Office in Adelaide with a copy of the Rubaiyat, saying that he and his brother had found it the previous December in the back of their car, and both simultaneously thought it belonged to the other. The book was missing the last page where the phrase was supposed to be printed. A faint phone number was written on the cover belonging to a nurse who said she had given a copy of the book to a man named Alfred Boxall.

You would assume this is where the case ends, but Boxall was still alive, and still owned an undamaged copy of the book, with the nurse’s inscription.

Inside of the ripped copy, a hidden code was found, only to remain uncracked. And the case unsolved.

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What? The Shark Arm Case

It was April 17th, 1935, at Coogee Beach, NSW, amidst the Great Depression, that Bert Hobson, the proprietor of Coogee Aquarium and Swimming Baths, was struggling to attract tourists. Hobson and his son hooked a small shark off the beach, and as they were reeling it in, a tiger shark 4m long and weighing 1 tonne swallowed their catch.

With the monstrous creature attached to his line, Hobson was caught by an idea. He relocated the shark to one of his pools. It was the miracle he was hoping for; the massive shark caught the public’s attention, and on the 25th of April, Anzac Day, the baths were a hotspot for crowds to see the beast.

It was as these crowds were watching at 4:30pm, that the shark began to convulse. The first object to spit from the fish’s mouth was a rat, then a bird, and finally a human arm.

The appendage was from a man’s left side, with a tattoo of two boxers sparring on the forearm.

Inititally, it was assumed the arm had come from another shark attack, it wasn’t until closer inspection that there was a rope attached to the wrist and the gored area had not been caused by teeth, but rather a sharp instrument like a knife. It wasn’t a shark attack: it was a murder. Identifying through the unique tattoo and fingerprinting led the arm to its owner, Jimmy Smith, a 45-year-old boxer. Jimmy had not been seen for days, and after a search by the Australian Navy and Airforce, no body was found.

It was later found that Smith had been involved with criminals. He was employed to build a block of flats for Reginald Holmes, a major crime figure.

Smith was later embroiled in Holmes illegal schemes, like insurance scams and coordinating

drug deals through Holme’s speed boat business.

The duo also included Patrick Brady, an exserviceman talented in forgery, in their schemes.

Smith was last seen drinking with Brady on either the 7th or 8th of April (according to differing sources) at the Cecil Hotel, Cronulla. They left the establishment for Brady’s cottage at Gunnamatta Bay. The following morning, Brady hailed a taxi in Cronulla and asked to be taken to the residence of Holmes. The driver claimed Brady was “dishevelled”, and was hiding something under his jacket. Brady’s cottage was investigated, but no evidence of a murder was found. However, previous visitors of the home claimed a mattress and large trunk were missing.

Both of the men were investigated by police, and the two blamed the other for the murder of Jimmy Smith. On June 12th, 1935, Brady and Holmes were to appear in court. However, only one made the date. Holmes was found in his driveway, slumped in the drivers seat of his car with three bullet wounds to his chest. As for Brady, the trial continued but with only an arm and without a full body, nobody could prove the death of Smith.

Brady walked free.

~ Where is Lassiter’s golden reef? Does it even exist?

Why did Frederick Valentich disappear? Was it just human error, or was something else involved? Who was the man found on Somerton beach? Was he a spy or was it just some sort of strange coincidence?

What happened to Jimmy Smith? Where is the rest of his body? Was it Holmes, Brady, both, or someone else entirely? Perhaps we’ll never know.

~ words by Brie Dark Bachelor of Media & Communications

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O’Fiesta Memories new year, same event, new you 2018: First Year

The first tip any ‘Guide to Starting Uni’ will tell you is this: attend O’Week. It was a rule I decided I’d swear by. Through it I convinced myself that, despite not having anyone to go with, I’d go to O’Fiesta, the annual end-of-O’Week music festival held in the Plaza at Bedford campus. In hindsight, my rookie mistake was not that I went by myself, but that I had barely listened to the songs beforehand.

trigger warning: discussion of mental health

Having got there when the gates opened, I squeezed my way through to the barricade and stayed there for the first three acts, transfixed. I was being shoved from behind by people jumping, kissing, and drinking beer, but there was still something magical about the music and watching the artists up close. I was mesmerised by the girl with the heavy coat who stumbled and danced across the stage, and laughed as a band tried catching Yo Yo biscuits—the song featured them in the title—that drunk students were throwing at them.

Aristotle, with a deflated watermelon pool float thrown over his neck. Smiling, I turned and looked at the glowing sign on the side of the Hub that said FLINDERS UNIVERSITY. I saw, for the first time, the view over Adelaide from the Plaza hill, how the city below twinkled like a string of fairy lights.

A deep sense of calm washed over me, and I knew that from this intense crash course of a week, I’d already fallen in love with this campus and its culture of buzzing excitement. Snapping a pic of the skyline, I posted to my Instagram: ‘really starting to feel at home here’. I somehow knew I’d be okay, because this campus was so welcoming, and surely my degree and the people in it would be the same.

I’d found a place I could belong.

After a few acts, I cut through the crowd to find some peace at the top of the Plaza stairs, only to find a strange companion: a marble bust of

I left at 10:30pm, a nervous P-plater having to get home before curfew for the first time, but I left with a new confidence for my first week of classes.

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2019: Middle Year

I now had a beautiful group of friends that I’d made over the previous year. I was studying topics I loved with lecturers I could laugh with. I’d gotten used to not-so-early mornings and taking notes in a lecture theatre and had spent the last semester taking an elective with a girl I’d slowly been falling in love with.

this campus was so welcoming, and surely my degree and the people in it would be the same. I’d found a place I could belong

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My new friends weren’t really the music festival type, so none of them had wanted to go to O’Fiesta with me—except her. She’d gone last year, but I hadn’t known her then. We each had a drink at the Tav and I did the macarena to a song that definitely wasn’t meant for the macarena, and we laughed and danced and sung. This year I knew some of the songs, at least. The whole night, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I was going to be sleeping over at hers and we’d be squishing up together on her tiny single mattress.

We were sitting at the top of the Plaza stairs, taking a break and watching everyone below.

I thought about the watermelon float on the Aristotle statue the year before. I remembered posting on Instagram, remembered the calmness of feeling like this was a place I could call home.

Looking at my old post, I screenshot it and reposted it with another caption: ‘one year later and turns out I knew what I was on about’.

My goofy friends, my wise yet silly lecturers, my belief in Flinders as a place that accepted me— these were things that anchored me, kept me at this campus, kept me in my degree. I’d firmly planted my roots, and those were what would keep me tethered when the storms came at the end of that year.

2020: Senior Year

This was my final O’Fiesta as a student.

I bought first release tickets, and I listened to the songs for a month, creating playlists with fun names that had the songs I loved to yell the lyrics to.

I was living in a new house, learning to manage a new workload. The end of my middle year had hit me so hard I almost reached a breaking point, and the next day I’d started a new job and worked all through the holidays. I loved what I was doing and finally felt a deep sense of purpose, but perhaps I hadn’t fully recovered. Perhaps I didn’t anticipate how much I would push myself at O’Week. Either way, I didn’t expect to fall asleep before work on Monday, or feel like I was falling apart on Wednesday. I’ll take it easy, I told myself. So I can enjoy O’Fiesta on Friday. I didn’t take it easy—I’d set my expectations high, and convinced myself I would be perfect.

‘Can you pick me up?’ I whispered. I walked around one last time while I was waiting for him to arrive; I took in the sight of people dancing to the songs I love and looked at the glowing FLINDERS sign, thinking of my first year.

I picked a sticker for my Instagram story. ‘You are my home,’ it said. It did not say a lot of things: I was beyond exhausted. I almost cried to the friend who picked me up, who took me back to his house and made me laugh even though I was melting. It did not say I felt like a shadow of my former self, a whispered echo of those who came before me.

What I know is this: I made a home here, but I do not belong here forever. If my first year helped me settle into arriving, my final year helped me accept I need to leave after I’m done. To graduate though, I know I need to learn to be gentle with myself.

Accept my limits. So I can return again next year, having said goodbye, but still able to say hello.

The girl from last year lives with me now, and on Friday she held me as I cried and told her I don’t want to go, I’m so tired, everything’s gone wrong, I’m not good enough, I can’t do this. She told me I’d enjoy the music, and I knew I couldn’t—wouldn’t—miss it.

When Alex Lahey came on stage, I took my girl’s hands, spun us around, ignored my aching feet, yelled the lyrics with her. We sat down afterwards, her holding a soft drink and me looking at my phone in my trembling hands. I could feel the tightness of my throat, the dizzying emptiness of my head.

I held back a sob when my friend answered the phone.

~words & photography by Carmen Giffen Bachelor of Creative Arts (Creative Writing)

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The Saint of Lost Things Losing things is the bane of humankind. From losing slippers to important things like our keys, we always seem to lose things time and again. This can especially be true for someone like me. I have a cruel tendency to lose everything, but there is always hope to finding it again.

Some use intuition, others rely on luck, but I really like to pray to God through St Anthony of Padua.

St Anthony is the patron saint of lost things in the Catholic Church, and he has saved my day on many occasions. But who is that saint? And why is he so revered? Well, I’ll tell you, and you might just be amazed.

St Anthony was a Portuguese monk, who passinately spread the message of the gospel in Europe. Throughout his life, and especially after his death in 1231, St Anthony performed miracles of all kinds worldwide. He had the gift of prophesy, healing, and even raising the dead. But his most recognisable gift was that of returning hopelessly lost things to their owners.

In the 16th century, there was a bishop in Cordoba called Don Inigo Maurique, who one day lost a valuable ecclesial ring. The bishop admitted the hopelessness of the situation, saying, ‘I have obtained his great graces through the illustrious miracle worker [St Anthony]. But this time, I cannot acclaim his services’. As soon as he uttered these words, the ring was dropped onto the table, astounding all those who were with the bishop at the time.

~ art by Bec Manser

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Bachelor of Creative Arts (Creative Writing)

St Anthony is truly an impressive miracle worker, and I testify to that. Personally, I have had a few experiences when St Anthony helped me find lost things. Recently, I travelled to Lebanon, and while I was packing, I lost my keys and USB twice, which had my latest film on it. I recited the Miraculous Repository of St Anthony, and within minutes— literally—I found my keys and USB for the first time in the shower—of all places!—and after losing them again, I found them in the car. I also nearly lost lots of things during that holiday, but didn’t thanks to St Anthony’s intercessions.

I have had few experiences when St Anthony helped me find lost things St Anthony is a powerful saint, whose devotion to God earned him great respect worldwide. I personally never take his intercessions for granted, and I am very grateful that God allows these great deeds to take place.

~ words by Tony Saad Bachelor of Creative Arts (Screen) & Bachelor of Letters (French)

A Necklace in the Rain Marci traced the book’s cover with her finger.

Outside the bus window rain poured down. The glass was cool against her forehead as she rested against it, but she was focused on the scuff that the bullies had left on her book.

Moon Dances and Green Ways: an introductory book to paganism and witchcraft that she had saved up for two months to buy. It’s fancy hardback cover battered and damp from lying in the rain.

‘Hey, I think this is yours.’

Bullies. Her mouth twisted in a grim smile.

University was supposed to grant her a new start, but those people had followed her from high school and continued to make her life a living hell.

She didn’t even think bullies were supposed to exist outside the turbulent years of high school, but here she was, soaking wet on a bus and sporting a bruised lip. She winced as the bus drove over a pothole and striking pain through her hip; that last fall would definitely leave a purpling bruise in it’s wake.

What she was bewildered by was the woman in the roughed-up leather jacket that approached her at the bus stop. A biker girl for sure, with wild blonde hair and an impressive scar that tore through her left eyebrow and down alongside her eye. But she had held an umbrella over Marci’s head and returned the book in her hands.

‘My book! How did you—’ ‘Let’s just say those guys won’t be troubling you anymore.’

The biker girl had winked and passed her the book without further explanation, and a part of Marci’s mind hoped she had given them more than what they’d given Marci. She flipped the book open to where she had left off and traced the curling vine pattern down the side of the page.

—When conducting any spell or ritual, it is important to take the proper steps to protect you and your space.

A mixture of— ‘What made you pick it out? Are you studying paganism?’

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‘No.’

‘Excuse me, sir?’ Marci said to a café waiter who was cleaning an outside table. ‘Do you know where I could find the—’ she paused to check her note.

‘Lunar Circle?’

‘Oh, practicing?’

Marci sighed after she re-read the line for the third time. Her conversation with the biker girl wouldn’t leave her head. Help can come from the most unlikely of places, so what? Why was this girl so different that she was still in the forefront of Marci’s mind hours later? She was just another face in the crowd.

A face who’d taken interest in her book. No one had done that before.

Her other hand opened to reveal the blue stone pendant. The cord had frayed and snapped. Marci had spotted it on the pavement where the girl had stood after she had departed and failed to wave her down as she drove away on her bike. She held it up to the light to get a closer look at the stone.

It was a small, delicate tear-drop. The deep blue surface was marred by a single line of lighter blue, as if traced by a child’s shaky hand.

‘You have to be hers,’ Marci muttered, bringing the gemstone closer to her face. ‘How do I get you back to her?’ The necklace swung, and she sighed. ‘Look at me, talking to a necklace. No wonder no one wants to talk to me.’

But she did.

Marci lowered her hand and looked back out the window, only to see her stop zoom past.

Shit!

She reached up to slam the stop button and flung herself out her seat, tucking the necklace and her book away as the bus pulled up at the next stop.

She hurriedly waved at the driver and stepped into the downpour. The icy water bit her skin as she ran back up the street.

I need to find that girl.

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The waiter furrowed his brow, then pointed down the street. ‘It’s about a ten-minute walk from here, up Witton Road and then left onto Saltfleet Street.’

‘Ah, thank you!’

It had been two weeks since their encounter and Marci had searched all over campus for the mysterious biker girl—even scouring the car parks for her bike. But she had seen nothing of the terrifying blonde.

Her high school bullies had also been mysteriously absent, but Marci’s mind was focused on finding the girl and giving her the necklace and her thanks. She patted her skirt pocket to make sure the necklace was still safe—just in case they met again—before she crossed the road, the bright sun filling her heart with energy.

Today’s mission however was to find a store where she could get some supplies for a tiny spell she had been reading about in Moon Dances and Green Ways, and the Lunar Circle was the closest to her house.

If she could find it, that was. This part of town— though close to where she lived—was unfamiliar.

She turned left at Saltfleet Avenue and began to scan the shops signs that lined the road. Was it going to be a stylish storefront with a large window, or an little old building? The longer she walked, the more her mind raced. The map

said it wasn’t very far off the main road, had the waiter lied? Did it close down? Was it even in this area? Panic began to bubble in her stomach as she reached a round-a-bout and searched the direction signs.

Thought you’d find your way here.’

Marci was bewildered. ‘You work here?’

‘Yeah, my aunt owns the store and I help out when I can.’

Barrow Street, Saltfleet Avenue— ‘I’ve been looking everywhere for you!’

Wait, Avenue?

‘Dammit!’ she turned and ran back the way she came, continuing down Whitton Road until she dinally found Saltfleet Street.

The girl’s scarred eyebrow rose in amusement.

‘You have?’

Marci’s brain snapped back to reality and she dug into her pocket for the necklace. ‘You dropped this at the bus stop. I wanted to give it back.’

Not too far up, a purple sign showcasing a crescent moon incased within a closed circle gained her attention.

‘My necklace!’ The girl eagerly took it. ‘It was a gift for getting into uni, I thought I’d lost it for good!’

She grinned and held out a hand. ‘Thank you for finding it. My name’s Nora, by the way.’

Thank god. Marci smiled in relief.

‘I’m Marci.’

She entered a sweetsmelling display room.

Golden light lit up the display cases of countless books to the left and at her waist was a low table lined with small potted plants. Jewellery cases lined the wall to her right and further ahead she saw shelves filled with candles, incense packets, and a variety of crystals. She scrambled for her list and nervously made her way towards the back of the shop where the counter was.

‘Hello, how may I help you?’ The server called.

Marci opened the paper and raised her eyes to meet the seller’s.

‘Hello! I was wondering if—’ she stopped and gasped. ‘It’s you!’

The biker girl laughed. ‘Hey there, pagan girl.

Nora. The name brought a comforting thought to her mind. Marci smiled and took the hand.

‘How ‘bout I take you out for coffee? As thanks for the necklace.’

‘Really?’

‘Of course, it’s what friends do. My shift ends in thirty minutes, but in the meantime I can help you find what you’re looking for.’

Friend. That was something Marci never had. The word lifted something inside her, and a warmth unlike anything she had felt overtook her.

‘I’d love that.’ Her smile, for the first time, was genuine.

She felt whole.

~ words by Hollie Gardner Bachelor of Creative Arts (Creative Writing)

~ art by Bec Manser Bachelor of Creative Arts (Creative Writing)

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Get Thrifty I’ve had some pretty good thrift store finds over the years.

Video games, for example, are probably best picked up this way. It’s hard to beat the Sims brand new for $2, or Grand Theft Auto V for $3. Books are usually a pretty safe bet, too—I’ve picked up required readings and textbooks for a fraction of the price I would have paid for them brand new.

But the absolute best find I’ve ever had? The cream of the crop? It has to be what my close friends and family have dubbed as “The Ominous Window Badge”. I paid about 50 cents for this weird, grubby piece of crap, and it’s absolutely the best money I’ve ever spent. Honestly, it’s exactly as its name suggests. It’s a cream coloured badge, about the size of a jam jar lid, with WINDOWS written across it in ominous, black lettering.

I still have absolutely no idea what this means, and if you know please don’t tell me because the mystery is, I’m sure, far more exciting than the truth. Is it a promotional badge for the computer program, just without the logo? An advertisement for a window washing company? Or maybe a curtain maker? Is it some kind of weirdly eccentric threat from a nutjob stalker, like Ghostface’s, ‘What’s your favourite scary movie?’ bit in Scream?

Like, maybe the badge is slipped through the mail slot at the heroine’s house, as a creative warning, telling her to look out her window and see the killer lurking in the bushes? God, I hope so, but hey, who knows?

the mystery is, I’m sure, far more exciting than the truth Either way, it now holds a position of pride pinned to my favourite jacket. I keep hoping someone will ask me about it, but alas, no one ever does.

Still, I have to insist that it is without a doubt the coolest thing I have ever found in all my years of thrift shopping. Although, I did once see an ashtray with Jesus’s face on it. That was probably a close second.

In terms of good thrift stores though (if you like creepy Windows badges and ominous Jesus ashtrays, that is) the best place to go is Mt Barker.

You’ve got your Salvos, your Save the Children’s, a Vinnie’s, and about a hundred tiny little thrift shops that’ll charge two dollars for a stack of video games, and won’t judge you too harshly when you leave with a used urn and a vintage trench coat.

This is exactly why I still maintain that secondhand shopping is the best way to go. If you walk out of a thrift shop with some old guy’s motorcycle boots, they’ll thank you for your patronage. Try that in Target and they probably won’t let you come back.

~ words & photography by Tabby Knight Bachelor of Arts

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OWNER: KATE MANDALOV

- I like pats, sleeping, and food - I can be very shy but a back scratch wins me over!

- my hobbies include decorating rooms with socks and watching Bob Ross videos OWNER: JASMIN ALGATE

Princess - I like demanding pats from my owners but hate when they actually touch me - my favourite sleeping position is on my face

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- my hobbies include catching things in the garden like lizards, grasshoppers, a bird, a worm, a bat, a snake (a live one that I dropped on my owner’s feet)

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Lost in

Prague

As the notes replace quiet chatter busied, faceless figures scatter; out across this sea the magnitude sustains my compass heart.

Drawn to ancient dreams and stained-glass scenes I found fountains near ruins of faded gleams; hidden near market stalls were stories from the village square.

But the dazed world passes by and to the restless sky I cast a wondrous eye.

This road with these travellers I wander, I share; in this life amongst dreamers I haven’t a care.

Let hesitation fade to mesmerisation; Let Worry’s charms fall through contemplation; sweet streets, let your magic spark imagination.

~ words & photography by Courtney Lawrence Bachelor of Arts (High Achievers) & Bachelor of Letters (English, Italian, Applied Linguistics)

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Historical Discovery The Lost City of Tenea In Greece, during November 2018, archaeologists and researchers announced they had found the first archaeological evidence of the ancient Trojan city of Tenea. Tenea is mentioned in multiple Greek myths and historical texts, such as the legend of Oedipus, and the mythical King Thebes. Legend has it that Tenea was built sometime around 1100BCE by the Trojan prisoners captured by King Agamemnon of Mycenae during the 10-year war depicted in The Iliad and The Odyssey by Greek poet Homer. Academics could not understand exactly where Tenea was or why it had disappeared until now.

studying history is important because it allows us to see how we have evolved

Elena Korka began searching for Tenea in 1984, when she was just five years into her career. Her journey had started following some local Greek Peloponnese villagers finding a sarcophagus while digging a water channel. This sarcophagus was vase-shaped, painted with lions on the interior, and held human remains and offerings.

Korka understood that Tenea was thought to be in the area, near modern-day Chilimodi, from the myths and ancient writings. For decades, periodic archaeological finds teased scholars and researchers with possible evidence of Tenea’s existence. The findings of ceramics and architectural remains in the area near Corinth led Korka to believe this was the site to excavate.

In 2013, Korka was finally given permission and began excavation with her team. Some of the invaluable artefacts that have been discovered include coins, jewellery, lamps, and sculptures.

Along with these artefacts, Korka discovered a cemetery with multiple tombs, human remains, valuable items, columns, clay, marble, stone floors, and walls.

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It shows us what decisions worked and what did not. Korkas’ discovery allows us to study and learn how people lived together peacefully and what they used to live. It allows us to see inside the inspiration of some great literature.

Tenea is mentioned in Strabo’s encyclopedic Geography as:

The discovery of Tenea, and ultimately the discovery of Troy in 1870, proves that what we may believe to be fiction can be real (or at least the places in them). The discovery of Tenea may give researchers hope that they will one day find Atlantis (if it ever existed) or many other fabled cities that have been lost over the centuries.

Tenea, as a city, is in a unqiue position as being the important bridge between Greek and Roman cultures. Korka told The Washington Post, ‘[Tenea’s] remains and findings served many purposes, one of which was to create spaces that could be read simultaneously according to Greek and Roman cultural codes, spaces where seeing both would eventually make sense.’

Having done the research for this article, I believe that the discovery of Tenea is important because it shows that two cultures can live together in one city in peace. I have hope that we can learn from the past. Many people seem to be struggling to live peacefully with each other these days. So how did the Greeks and Romans do it in the city of Tenea all those years ago? I do not think we will ever truly know. But artefacts found from the site may be able to give us some clues. Studying history is important because it allows us to see how we have evolved.

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‘Tenea is a village of the Corinthian territory… this settlement afterwards flourished more than any others, and at length had an independent form of government of its own. When they revolted from the Corinthians, they attached themselves to the Romans, and continued to subsist when Corinth was destroyed’.

The previous quote just goes to show that a city that embraces all its inhabitants and cultures is a strong city, and will survive for a very long time.

~ words by Sheridan Phillips Bachelor of Arts

~ art by Bec Manser Bachelor of Creative Arts (Creative Writing)

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Not too long ago, I got lost on my way to class. It wasn’t even a room I’d never been to; I’d just forgotten where it was. I remember I was tired, and I’d gotten off a late bus, so I was rushing to get to my lecture on time. Now I have a terrible sense of direction, but I’ve been at uni for a few years, so, logically, I shouldn’t have had a problem.

Somehow, I ended up in a different area entirely. It’s okay though, because if you ask someone as they’re passing by, they’ll generally know where you need to be.

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You’d think being a third year I’d know Flinders like the back of my hand! I thought so, too—until I needed to find North Theatre 3 for the very first time. I walked to the well-known North Theatre 1 and 2. No sign of 3. Trudged up to Law’s North Theatre 4 and 5. Still no 3.

Back down to Humanities. Up to Social Science, where I spotted a unique individual who I luckily remembered from a topic the year before.

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This isn’t my story of woe about being lost on campus, but to that one guy in my English class in first year, this is for you. Packed into the Education Building during the first week of classes, hundreds of us young, bright-eyed students were maybe a few minutes into the lecture when this random dude just stood up and went to walk right out of the building with all the bluster of an old-timey cowboy. My lecturer asked, ‘Wrong class?’ and the guy just threw her some cool finger guns as he casually departed the premises. I think about him every day.

I have been disorientated on campus many times, and even when I thought I knew my way around, I’d get thrown a curveball. One time, I had a lecture on the south ridge, somewhere I’m unfamiliar with, followed by its tutorial on the north ridge. Unsurprisingly, I got lost finding the lecture, and Lost on Campus was of absolutely no help having failed me. However, I had confidence in my ability to navigate my way to the tutorial, so much so, I convinced a friend to follow me. Turns out I took the longest, most complicated route possible and got there after others who left the lecture theatre after us.

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POLITICAL CORRESPONDENCE FLINDERS UNIVERSITY LABOR CLUB

SOCIALIST ALTERNATIVE 1. Whose Australia? The

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Australia of Gina Rinehart and Clive Palmer? They might be unhappy about Brexit’s impact on the free market. That’s been the general position of the Australian capitalist class, who favoured a UK inside the EU. Maybe some of them think it’s a new opportunity to do trade deals with the UK? But regardless, why should the working class in Australia care? Australia is divided by class. The current crisis makes that clear. It isn’t the rich and powerful lining up outside Centrelink or working without proper protective equipment.

What is profitable for the rich is exploitation for workers. The EU is a capitalist institution, designed to regulate the flows of labour and capital through Europe. When the health crisis began, France and Germany placed export bans on protective equipment for Italy, only later overturning this.

The EU has blocked medical equipment leaving its

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border and blocked refugees entering them. Of course, Brexiteer Boris Johnson is his own kind of monster. What the workers of the world need is an end to both the EU and nationalism. We need genuine internationalism based not in financial domination but in genuine solidarity and cooperation.

2. Every horror of this system, from poverty to racism, from the cruelty of borders to the destructiveness of war, convinced me that the world would be better if it was run by the mass of working and oppressed people. Seeing the creativity of ordinary people in struggle and the deep crises of the system has further convinced me that revolution is both necessary and possible.

Responses for the Socialist Alternative supplied by Tom Gilchrist

1. The United Kingdom leaving the European Union will not have many immediate economic impacts for Australia. Like the US Presidential Election and French Presidential Poll, the Brexit Referendum result shows a worrying trend for progressives across the globe.

As nationalism and politics of division continue to rise, it is now more than ever that we should be embracing and encouraging a cohesive global community. These electoral results also show that many have lost their faith in public institutions.

However, young people in the UK overwhelmingly voted to remain, and it is up to us to restore that faith and ensure that when the next global health pandemic hits that we have fully functioning, publicly owned, and generous healthcare and welfare systems.

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1. Regarding Brexit, how will the United Kingdom leaving the EU affect Australia?

2. How did you find your political alignment?

2. Our club members are from diverse areas of the student community but we all believe in advocating for the rights of working people and students, and promoting equality and equal opportunity for everyone.

Students get involved in our club through a variety of ways, including our club events and campaigns. Some of our club members are also involved in committees and boards across the university or have been elected to Student Council.

We found our alignment as the Flinders University Labor Club as we believe that the best way to achieve our goals is by encouraging more progressive students to participate within the democratic structures of Flinders University and within the Australian Labor Party.

The Labor Party might not be perfect, but it is the strongest vessel for progressive change in our country.

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Brexit will create many new economic opportunities for Australia. We have nothing to lose in this respect as the UK is already Australia’s second-largest foreign investment source. The UK has indicated willingness to pursue a post-Brexit trade deal with Australia, and we are in a fantastic position to be among the first to reach a deal with the UK. It is pleasing to know that Australian agriculture stands to benefit significantly from a trade deal with the UK. This is especially given that the UK’s participation in the European Union from 1973 effectuated a considerable decline in Australian agricultural exports to the UK. Other notable beneficiaries include finance and insurance service providers. A more economically independent UK has ushered in an exciting time for Australia.

2. I reached a centreright political alignment by ascertaining money’s true

value and losing interest in social policy issues. Over the years, I realised money is more useful than many individuals would prefer to admit and found that the Liberals were best placed to use money in enabling Australians to live longer, healthier, and wealthier lives. However, I am more socially liberal now than I was in my younger years. This was because I gradually became weary of the excessive emotional energy invested by lobbyists on both sides of politics into issues such as abortion, prostitution, and euthanasia despite their relatively minor influence on Australia’s overall living standards. That said, FULC and the Liberal Party generally contain many socially conservative members whom I hold in high regard.

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Responses for the Flinders University Liberal Club supplied by Connor Pangallo

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Where am “I”?

I was absolutely miserable, but I had no idea why.

It didn’t make any sense: I’d done everything right. I was essentially the walking and talking advertisement for the Australian dream— metaphorical white picket fence and all. I had something I could call a career, and sure, waking up in the morning sucked, but everyone felt like that—right? At work I went from stressed out of my mind to utterly lifeless from the monotony on a daily basis, but it was fine. Totally fine. My partner and I had been together since high school, and yeah, most of the time I would get more love out of my house plants, but it was fine. Absolutely fine. I mean, after all, I was 21 and I had the job, the relationship, and the roof over my head—what else could I possibly need? Yet, no matter how much I reassured myself of my own successes, I couldn’t rid myself of the nagging hints of misery. It wasn’t in my face, but it still clawed away at the edges of my soul.

As so often happens in life, the tedium of it all wasn’t challenged with the flicker of opportunity or excitement on the horizon. No, actually, my “ah ha” moment was more reminiscent of an explosion in a Michael Bay film; it was one aimed right at the very foundations of my existence. My relationship imploded, and shortly thereafter I lost my home.

I was left existentially shattered, and due to circumstances outside of my control—spending far too much money on a granny flat.

I had to re-evaluate. Start again.

It was only when I had nothing that I realised the underlying problem was that everything I did lacked a key element—passion. I’d spent so long trying to achieve the things I was supposed to, that I entirely forgot about what I wanted. I didn’t even know who I was outside of the person trying to be a success, trying to live the “dream”. Hadn’t I always wanted to be a writer? An artist? When had that all disappeared? Why? Society encourages you from the get-go to pick your career and follow a linear path of success— career, relationship, house, marriage, children, retirement. If you can’t check one of those off, do not collect $200, and definitely do not pass go. I stopped wanting to be a writer and an artist when I realised that it might not pay a mortgage, and it was only when things fell apart that I realised how ridiculous that was.

I only had one option— pursue the passion, or give up on it entirely As far as I could see, I only had one option—pursue the passion, or give up on it entirely. I took the biggest leap of faith that I could muster, and applied to study Media and Communications at Flinders Uni to finally work towards what I’d

wanted all along. I talked, begged, and wrote emails to my bosses until they relented and let me work condensed hours so I could be on campus once a week. I had no idea if it was going to work out, I just had to hope it would.

Now don’t get me wrong, there’s plenty of downsides to university life in general. Let’s be honest, group work completely sucks. Two-hour lectures feel like they go for a lifetime. Exams will never not be terrifying. Occasionally, I’ll even feel isolated on campus.

All negatives considered, I was right to hope that it would work out. I have the same job, and I work ten-hour days, but I wake up with an enthusiasm I’ve never felt. That’s because I know I’m working towards something that matters to me, and nothing can take that away from me. I take on even the dullest of classes with a vigour I didn’t know I had, because this is it—this is my passion.

I started this by thinking about the Australian “dream”, but I’ve since realised it doesn’t matter.

Now, my white picket fence is creative freedom.

It’s knowing that one day, I’m going to write for a living. It’s feeling calmed by the knowledge that I honestly don’t care if I retire with enough money to take a bi-yearly cruise. If there’s one thing I hope I don’t forget from this experience, it’s that it is never too late to find your passion. In the ever so wise words of Matthew Wilder: ‘ain’t nothing gonna break my stride, nobody gonna slow me down’.

~ words by Rachelle Boyle Bachelor of Media and Communications

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STELARC STELARC: Posthuman Bodies Flinders University Museum of Art (FUMA): 24th February – 9th April 2020

2020 Adelaide Biennial of Australian Art:

Monster Theatres – Stelarc’s Reclining StickMan Art Gallery of South Australia (AGSA): 24th February – 20th June 2020

This year’s 2020 Adelaide Biennial of Australian Art theme is ‘Monster Theatres’. The idea of such a theme is to examine the concept of “monsters” which the curators tell us ‘comes from Latin monere, to warn, and monstrare, to show or make visible’ and the numerous meanings of theatre— that of a place of dissection, violence, or as a social space. Such a theme is open to numerous interpretations and forms, and many Australian artists are encompassed in such themes.

Cypriot-born Australian, Stelarc, is very much at the heart of such themes. Stelarc’s experimental performance art encompasses testing of the human body—notably through the use of suspension using metal hooks that pierce his skin, videos made inside his body, a range of technological extra appendages and exoskeletons, and the grafting of a human ear on his arm. While some work of Stelarc’s may be seen as very visceral and grotesque (and thus fitting for the theme of ‘Monster Theatres’), it is an important exploration of the human body’s future potential and forms.

It raises a range of moral and other philosophical

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and technological questions on human body modification and augmentation in the future.

AGSA has Stelarc’s ‘Reclining StickMan’, which is a recent work that examines a nine-metre long robot exoskeleton actuated by pneumatic rubber muscles that visitors can control through a set of controls. Exoskeletons are an increasingly important idea to complement and strengthen how the human body can move and operate.

Exoskeletons are especially being seen as ways for those with disabilities to move independently, as well as the potential for exoskeletons to be used for warehouse workers, miners, and soldiers to strengthen, protect, and increase performance.

Stelarc’s exoskeleton is much larger than the current prototypes being tested today, but as a performance piece it introduces some important questions, namely one I had never thought about, which is the idea of exoskeleton agency not being controlled solely by the human body in it but externally.

Pictured above: Stelarc with his work Reclining StickMan, 2020 Adelaide Biennial of Australian Art: Monster Theatres; Photographer: Saul Steed

Housed at FUMA is a small retrospective of Stelarc’s practice which encompasses several media of artwork. These are videos of performance art, physical displays of robotic arm extensions, engineering-like designs of some of Stelarc’s ideas, photos of Stelarc’s works, and lastly postcards from many of Stelarc’s multiple overseas exhibitions.

Thus, the FUMA exhibition is a fascinating look at a premier artist and the evolution of his work and something that many should witness if they are interested in the arts, and its critical intersection and relation with the sciences and technology.

Please note the exhibitions at FUMA and AGSA are unfortunately closed due to the recent coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic. Those interested can for now have a digital tour of Stelarc’s exhibition through FUMA’s website and social media accounts as well as access a recent recorded seminar with Stelarc.

~ words by Hari Prasad Bachelor of Science

Flinders University Museum of Art’s 2020 Exhibition Review Competition Pictured above: Stelarc, Handswriting - Writing One Word Simultaneously with Three Hands, Maki Gallery, Tokyo 1982, c-type photograph, on loan from the artist; Photographer: Keisuke Oki FUMA has given a broad overview of Stelarc and his performances, and one can get the idea of Stelarc’s first tests of human limits through his suspension pieces and his later works on supplementing the human body. It is clear to see that as technology and abilities have changed, Stelarc has remained at the forefront as an artist (and, it is argued, even as a technologist or engineer) in examining the possibility of the human body’s future. While some may see this as an examination of human obsolescence, it can be argued that Stelarc speculatively looks at the human interaction with technology as evolutionary itself and thus it can be seen as why his work is considered transhumanist at its core.

In some ways it feels that for an artist with such a sizeable collection of work, a larger amount of videos and photos should be hosted. However, there are physical limitations and the exhibition at FUMA gives a very clear introduction and examination of Stelarc.

Flinders University Museum of Art (FUMA) hosts a dynamic program of exhibitions showcasing historical and contemporary works by Australian and international artists. We present thematic and solo exhibitions at Bedford Park campus and in venues regionally and nationally, regularly featuring Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander artists and curators.

As a result of the COVID-19 pandemic our next exhibition IN THE HOLD: Decolonising Captain Cook in contemporary Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander art, curated by Dr Ali Gumillya Baker and FUMA Director Fiona Salmon, will be presented online.

We invite reviews and critical discussion of this new platform for the fifth issue of Empire Times, due 17th June, 2020.

The winning review will be published in Empire Times and the author will receive a FUMA prize pack. At the end of the year all published reviews will be judged by a panel of arts professionals and the author of the best overall review will win $250 prize money.

Find more information here:

www.flinders.edu.au/museum-of-art/ programs/2020-exhibition-review-competition

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Student Council Amy Tschirn: Environment Officer (environment.officer @flinders.edu.au)

What are the most pressing issues for the students you represent?

Obvious answer—climate change and sustainability. Students want to feel proud of their university, and environmental responsibility is a major issue for us right now. Flinders has made some good steps here, but I believe that we can, and should, be doing much better in this space, and the student voice in these decisions is paramount but currently lacking.

Although it’s early in your term, have you seen any personal growth since starting your role?

What would you like students to know about you?

I guess just that I am a huge softie—I care very much about Flinders students, and am passionate about creating a positive, supportive community for us all. So please do reach out to me if you have any ideas, questions, or concerns about environmental issues on or off campus, because I genuinely love hearing from you all.

Why did you run for Student Council?

I ran for Student Council because I want to participate in advocacy on issues that are close to my heart—feminism, egalitarianism, social justice and, obviously, environmentalism. Nature is a huge part of who I am. I grew up rurally and was taught from a very young age to treat the environment with curiosity and respect. I spent countless hours wandering around in the mallee scrub, learning to appreciate and listen to the world around me. I became a scientist so that I could better understand and care for our natural environment, and I intend on spending the rest of my life doing just that. But one important lesson that I’ve learned in the past five years is that to be an effective advocate your voice has to actually be heard, and the best way I’ve found to achieve that is through political engagement.

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Most definitely. For me, the most pivotal learning point has been around what others have dubbed the Parable of the Choir: ‘a choir can sing an impossibly long note because singers can individually drop out to breathe as necessary but still the note goes on—activism should be like this’.

Burnout and compassion fatigue are very real issues in activism, and ones that I have personally struggled with. Being a part of collective activism through Student Council and NUS has reinforced for me that none of us are in this alone. There are always allies by your side, and we are much stronger together.

How do you see FUSA growing in the future?

FUSA is still really young and already does really incredible work, so I’m really excited to see how we grow moving forward. I see us becoming a stronger student association, and gaining our independence from the university. I see us engaging meaningfully and having broader participation with new and existing student communities, clubs, and cohorts.

I see us having expanded capacity to assist individual students as well as advocate for the needs of the broader student community. We are already on our way to achieving these goals.

And no matter what, I see FUSA continuing to put students first.

Profiles Questions supplied

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Sean Henschke: General Secretary

(general.secretary@ flinders.edu.au)

What would you like students to know about you?

I was president of a club for three years. I became a club president in my first year which changed my life completely, and has changed the direction of my entire university experience for the better.

Why did you run for Student Council?

I ran for Student Council because I believe in the power of strong, independent student unions, and being a part of FUSA continues to drive me. I ran for General Secretary because of the relationship my role has with clubs, and because I wanted to ensure that clubs continue to grow and evolve as I believe they are such a crucial part of the university experience.

What are the most pressing issues for the students you represent?

Student unionism in Australia is still feeling the effects of VSU (Voluntary Student Unionism) from 2006 which caused the dissolution of SAFU—the predecessor of FUSA. VSU deeply compromised the independence of student unions all over Australia and the security of resources available to them. This lack of independence and security is often highlighted in times of crisis like the ongoing pandemic. Our relationship to Flinders

University allowed us to restore a studentdirected student association, post-VSU, but the current arrangement results in hurdles and barriers to what we can achieve when the interests of students and the interests of the university may differ. This affects students by limiting our ability to create independent revenue, grow our clubs program, and expand the professional staff available to support clubs. Primarily, we’re affected because we’re dependent on negotiating resources for clubs from the university’s pool of SSAF, and not by needs expressed by FUSA. The university makes the decision based on the SSAF survey and, due to legislation requirements, when students are asked what they would like their SSAF fee to pay, the options available aren’t truly descriptive of their use. e.g. “student debating” is the survey option that describes Student Council, the governing body of FUSA. The best way we can combat this is to support the National Union of Students campaigns and get involved in FUSA and its campaigns. Look out for petitions on key issues affecting students—the more students who engage with FUSA, the more change we can make.

Although it’s early in your term, have you seen any personal growth since starting your role?

This is my third year on Student Council. I have grown immensely in confidence and ability to handle complex tasks since starting at FUSA in 2018. The key areas of growth I’m trying to manage this is learning how to manage my time and wellbeing as well as my Student Council role.

Advocating for students and running initiatives for students can be incredibly taxing but I am confident if I master these skills and maintain my determination to make change for students I will continue to grow and improve.

How do you see FUSA growing in the future?

FUSA is at a turning point where so much is possible. If you’ve ever wanted to be involved in FUSA, this is the time. We have such a passionate team and we’re continuing to meet our ambitious goals, whether it be incorporation, new collectives and communities, or greater advocacy.

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PUZZLE

~maze & comic by Carmen Giffen Bachelor of Creative Arts (Creative Writing)

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Hint: Try more than one way!

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The Cook Nook

DIY Spicy Instant Ramen Recipe Gluten-free Option Vegan Option Vegetarian

INGREDIENTS: • • • • • • •

Ramen (gluten-free option) 1 clove of garlic, minced 1/4 brown onion, chopped 1/6 cup of soy sauce (gluten-free option) 1/6 cup of Kecap Manis (gluten-free option) Sriracha (to taste) Oil (to cook)

METHOD:

1. Cook the ramen as per the packets instructions.

Once done, drain and put to the side 2. Peel and mince the garlic, and cut the brown onion to liking 3. Heat the oil, garlic, and brown onion in a pan until the onion softens 4. Pour in the soy sauces and sriracha 5. Add the cooked ramen to the pan and stir through 6. Cook until the sauce has thickened and coats the noodles

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Add spring onion as a garnish if you like You can include anything else, from other vegetables, to meats or tofu

~ photography by Bec Manser

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Bachelor of Creative Arts (Creative Writing)

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