Swinburne, Sarawak. That's the university I am now attending. Applying and getting accepted to this university happened so quickly that I was not able to fully prepare myself for what was to come. Leaving Fiji, my home of 18 years, was very emotional. I didn't know how to say goodbye to the people I had grown up and lived with my whole life. It wasn't only that I didn't know how to say goodbye, I guess it was just that I didn't want to. Well, there was nothing I could do and the next thing I knew I was on a 22 hour journey to Malaysia, the place I would call home for the next 2-3 years. The first day of school was not one I would like to remember. Firstly, I had arrived a week after orientation and I did not know one single person that was in my class nor did I know how things in this university worked. Secondly, I had received my acceptance letter half way through the first day of classes so I had missed 2 previous classes and was completely lost. Thirdly, my mother walked me to my first class and spoke so loudly to the professor that even those in the back could here her say, "I'm sorry she isn't prepared. Please excuse her. Bye, Steph! Will pick you up later." Thanks, Mum. I'm in university not pre-school. No one spoke to me and they didn't look very friendly either. The first few days were sad. I hadn't made any friends and I still didn't know how to use the "Blackboard System". I made my mum pick me up straight after my classes and even during my breaks. Thank God for Jeff. He was the first person that actually started a conversation with me and from there, I made friends with Ranishka. Things were going great and when my Mum went back to Fiji I knew I'd be ok but oh man...was I wrong.
