I Have a Home! (But Not a Bed)

So this week has been kinda crazy, while at the same time, it doesn't feel like I have done much. I have done some more exploring around Perth and have now been to Fremantle (which is to the west on the water). On Friday I went to a show in this awesome round room in a brewery and ate a kangaroo burger, which was pretty good, as was the show. I also looked at two rooms that day, one that I liked and at the second I was creeped out by the girl because she wouldn't look at me. It was really weird. I also got to take the bus and the train, which was fun. I was welcomed to Australia by three men going to a rugby game I talked to on the train. One of them also asked me if New York City at Christmas was a good idea, I told him it sounded like fun. I also got signed up for classes, which is good. I only have four, but it's going to be a lot of work.

Over the weekend I wandered into Kings Park and saw a wedding and learned the perils of everything closing early, because everything closes super early here. During the week it's around 5 or 6 and the weekend is the same, if the place opens at all. That is going to be a huge adjustment as I am used to things being open until 8 or 9 or staying open 24 hours. I'm going to have to learn to plan my shopping experiences. Apparently there was a vote a couple years ago on whether or not things should stay open longer and everyone voted against it because (and this is what the guy who told me said) Australians are lazy. Good to know.

Sunday I saw another room, which is super close to campus and with people I think I can live with, so I now live there. I moved in on Monday and am now on the hunt for a bed, as the floor isn't all that great a place to sleep. On Sunday I went back to Fremantle, although I took the train and met a nice British guy who helped me get off at the right stop and find my way, which is good, otherwise I would have been very lost. I met up with some people and after eating we wandered around Fremantle and I was welcomed to Australia by another random person on the street who heard my accent and decided to say hi. We (the people I was with, not the random man) went to an arcade and played a weird game where you throw balls at a screen and then used our ticket to buy foam planes that we threw around in the park. It was a good day.

Monday was the first day of orientation, where we got sung to and met the other international students in our courses and our heads of program. I am the only international student in my program, although there is rumor of another but no one has heard from them in a while, so who knows if they are coming. I learned that all my classes start at ten because the teachers are "shit" in the morning (this coming from one of my teachers). Classes sound like they are going to be good and I am looking forward to starting them.

Not much otherwise, although I think I am going to get hit by a car because I don't look the right way before crossing the street and this whole car coming from thw other way thing is going to take a bit.