I was on campus on Monday to borrow some books for my PhD. It’s the first time in nine years that I’m not gearing up for the teaching semester, so I’m feeling fairly relaxed at the moment. I’m evidently so out of touch that I didn’t realise til I got there that it was O Week. Since today’s the big Market Day at Queensland Uni, I’ve been feeling a little nostalgic for my first O Week as an 18 year old Arts/Law student. Way back in the 80s. I probably got a little seduced by clubs and socs and student politics at the beginning, and consequently didn’t do any study really til third year, but what a time it was. Livable student support, free education, no need for a casual job, heaps of time to read and think and socialise and politicise, endless parties at West End, great friendships, tutorials with no more than ten students. Even though higher ed is a different world today, I’m a little envious of the experience thousands are about to discover for the first time.