Where ya from?
I've been back in class two and a half days now.
On Monday, duing the break in the middle of my Indigenous Culture lecture, the lecturer - an older, Anglo man, born and bred in Ballarat - came up to me and said, 'Where ya from?'
I didn't really understand what he was asking me. Was he asking where I grew up, where I live, what course or school I'm from or what my ethnic background was? Or was he the fifth person this year to mistake me for an international student?
I just stared at him for a few seconds, trying to work this out, then said, 'Wha'd'ya mean?'
'Where ya from?' he said again.
'Do you mean, what part of the state am I from?' I asked.
'Yeah.'
'Dandenong,' I said. 'But I've been living in Ballarat the last two years.'

Also, last night I got a letter asking for fees. This letter reminded me that I enrolled in an extra class this semester, to catch up with everyone. Which is lucky, because Gothic Genre & Contested Space is this afternoon.