To start things off right, I was very happy
to skype my sister Tiffany today! Technology really has evolved, but I’m
thankful to be able to stay in touch with my family while I’m half way around
the world. Definitely makes me feel less far away! Also not a bad way to start
off the morning, although it was Friday and there was only one class on our
schedule for the day. Our teacher for this class is notorious for running lectures
from the seat of his pants. He claims that he always sits and prepares a
lecture for over two hours, but that must go to the wayside whenever he steps
in the classroom, today inparticular. We were supposed to have a three hour
lecture in the afternoon and then go to a two hour field trip to play some lawn
bowls. However, whenever we got in class he told us that we had two options due
to him forgetting his laptop. We could either go have a lecture outside for two
hours and then go to the field trip or we could go on the field trip and then
have the lecture in between our games. Riley and I knew for a fact that this
was the better option because we would either get out of the lecture all
together, or at least get a shorter lecture out of it. So after he made everyone state their name and which option they preferred we were heading to the field trip first. We had to get to the
lawn bowls court first though and that required walking fifteen minutes to the
bus stop, which our teacher claimed was only just down the street, and then
about a twenty minute bus ride to the park. We paid a levy of $65 for this
class which we thought covered all the expenses of the field trips but
apparently we were on our own for transportation. This is a bummer considering
the teacher pets got to ride with the teacher, but what can we do? We had just
missed the bus so we were stuck waiting for fifteen minutes until the bus came
so our teacher was stuck waiting for us anyways. That didn’t matter though
since him and the select students that rode with him were already playing lawn
bowls by the time we got there. We obviously got the abbreviated version of the
rules and mannerisms of the game and then got thrown into games with each other. The
game of lawn bowls is played with partners and I think it is closely related to
Bocce. There are lanes similar to bowling lanes in a square of golf grass.
There is one small white ball which is the target and then each team has a set
of wooden colored balls that are slightly shaved on one side to give it more
weight and curve. The point of the game is to get your colored ball closest to
the white ball by rolling it on the ground. It is actually a lot harder than
you think because of the curve that the one side gives it and the lanes really
aren’t that long so it’s easy for the ball to go off the edge. The strategy of
the game is fairly easy since you want your ball to be closest but you can
actually bump the white ball to get it further from the other team’s colored
balls. We were told to play a minimum of three games with our classmates and if
we won more games than we lost than we were supposed to get a bonus point
towards our grade. We unfortunately lost our first game against two girls but
we soon figured out we weren’t good at the short distances and would rather
have the white ball further down the lane. We were fueled and ready for our
second but these girls were the queens of short runs. They purposely laid the
white ball right at the beginning of the lane so that it wasn’t hard at all to
get their colored balls close to it. At one point we were losing 6-0 but
somehow we were able to get it tied up to 6-6. Our strategy consisted of
hitting the white ball right off the bat to get it further away from the
beginning, therefore making it harder for them. Luckily it worked and we ended
up winning the game by merely inches! We were unto our third game in no time
and actually excited that we might earn a bonus point after all, but
our teacher interrupted us and told everyone to come in for a debriefing. It
was no surprise that he was ending our field trip then with no lecture but we
weren’t complaining since it was rather hot outside. This class had been so
promising and fun in the beginning but week by week we are beginning to realize
how immature the exchange students are, and of course they are all from the
United States. No wonder we have such a bad reputation for ourselves. We were
more than happy to enjoy our packed lunch in the park by ourselves and walk
through Balmain to window shop. We had never been this far away from the city
and it was a completely different vibe. The atmosphere was a lot more laid back
and small town so it definitely reminded me of North Carolina. We had
seen a Red Cross shop while on the bus so that was our final destination.
Whenever we stepped in though we quickly recognized that it wasn’t a Goodwill
like we were imagining it to be. All the clothes were individually marked and
let’s just say they weren’t in our price range. It was okay though since I had
to get back into the city. While on the islands in Fiji I had shared one
particular cup of tea with a girl from Norway named Guro. Her next stop in her
travel plans was actually Sydney so I had given her my information so she could
get up with me once she was here. It was unfortunately her last night in Sydney
but we were still planning to meet up and do a little souvenir shopping at the
markets that I was going to take her to. I was surprised that she knew her way
around the city so well, but I was thankful since she was able to meet me right
at the markets. She was staying in Kings Cross, making me remember our first couple weeks in Sydney. Guro and I didn’t stay out too long since it
gets dark so early now due to the daylight savings time and I knew that
Riley was going to have dinner waiting for me upon my arrival. We unfortunately
had to say our goodbyes which are never fun but we were both thankful that we
could meet up! Once again, small world. With my stomach growling I was thankful
for Riley having dinner ready just like I had hoped! He really is becoming
quite the chef, and a good one at that!
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