Lmao I didn't know what fisting was until like a year ago bc I saw it randomly mentioned on tumblr so I looked it up, and I,, I never realised ppl could fit an entire fist up there... Like... the human body is amazing...... Also, I'm kinkshaming you
mimi….you innocent flower…..so pure…,,,,,,,,also stop fucking kinkshaming me in my own house
Speakers: Omar Garcia: Omar is a Mexican student-teacher activist and survivor of the September 26 massacre and the forced disappearance of 43 students in Iguala, state of Guerrero. He will be speaking at Marxism 2016 on the military attack and disappearance of 43 Ayotzinapa students. The Rural Teachers Training College of Ayotzinapa, as well as other rural training schools, have been places for critical thinking and social struggle, therefore targeted by the state for decades. Since the attacks, Omar Garcia has been campaign to bring justice to the victims, in light of ongoing threats and attempts to defame the students.
Lourdes García Larqué.: Lulu became active in the Mexican left as a participant in the historic 10-month student strike at the National Autonomous University in Mexico City in 1999-2000. Following the suppression of the strike she completed a Bachelor of Latin American Studies. She has been active in a range of Latin America solidarity campaigns, including for peace and justice in Colombia, and more recently as a founder of Australia in Action for Ayotzinapa. Lulu currently works as a teacher and she is a producer and presenter of the program Accent of Women on Melbourne community radio 3CR.
Basically, after I got my offer from Sydney Uni for dentistry, I packed up everything, got an apartment in Sydney, bought furniture, signed up for gas/electricity/broadband, and moved out there from Melbourne last Tuesday. [Yes, this is the Cliff’s Notes version because reality was faarrrrr more complicated. It is HARD to move states. Really, really hard].
So I chilled in Sydney for a few days and then that Friday, after 5, I get a call from a Melbourne number. It’s from Melbourne University offering me a place for Doctor of Dental Surgery. This is completely ridiculous and unexpected because 1] I had already been rejected in November and 2] the DDS course in Melb is incredibly competitive as it’s the best in the nation+top 10 in the world.
After staring for 5 minutes straight at the wall, I decide the logical thing to do is enrol in Melbourne Uni, rescind my Sydney Uni offer, pack up everything, break my lease, move my entire life back to Melbourne, suppress the stress.
The biggest problem is really that in coming back to Melbourne from Sydney, I came back 6 days late to the course. So I’m incredibly behind. Luckily so did about 10-15 other students who came the same time I did. (About 3 others were also in Sydney Uni dent haha).
The course itself: HAS BEEN INCREDIBLE!!! Yes, it’s difficult. We’ve already been thrown out of the comfort-zone of “theory” and into practical work. Yesterday we worked with simulators called MOOG’s in haptic labs for dental training. I didn’t do too well. Started off amazing then somehow messed up in the end as I couldn’t carve out what was needed in the simulation without hitting the ‘container’ walls. I definitely need to do something to improve my skill. I want to get great at this. All our lectures and prac work are in the Royal Dental Hospital, but our Haptics are in the Melbourne Clinic across the road. Kind of strange to dodge patients while you’re rushing to class.
The other big thing is that I don’t know anyone :( I’ve talked to people on and off, and so many have come up and introduced themselves in the last week but I kind of wanted a “person” in the course that I could click with, study with, talk to easily. I’m telling myself it’s still too early but eh…we’ll see. It’s harder because I’m a big introvert too and prefer spending my lunch break chilling on campus, reading. I know a couple of people in 1st year med though so maybe I’ll see more of them.
I’ve survived the past week at Melbourne by drinking excessive caffeine, eating muesli bars as meals, pretending humans don’t need sleep, and at one point after a particularly bad day where I messed up, sitting alone in a cafe, staring at rain and thinking about failure and life and kebabs. (I was also hungry).