It was Feb 94. Sydney. Was looking forward to my overseas student orientation. It was a beautiful morning. The University looked great with trees lining almost all pathways to lecture halls. Sculputors of steel, stone and wood can be seen on University lawns probably made by PhD students of art. There were people all over the place. All kinds of cloths, all kinds of hair styles and colors. This was DAY 1 of University. I walked into a room near the International Student Office. Took a seat somewhere in the middle..in a corner..near the window. Students began to pour in. From malaysia, singapore, fiji, china, indonesia, sri lanka....no indian. Just me. How cool. 15 minustes later, a lady walks into the room.
She was elegantly dressed. White shirt, cream skirt, cream jacket, pearl necklace, maybe diamond earrings, slightly deep red red lipstick, hair style resembled queen cleopatra, high heeled shoes and smelled of expensive perfume. She got on the stage. Faced us 60-odd overseas students,smiled, scanned the room slowly and started her speech she must have given for years. The do's and the donts. The lectures and the practicals. The jobs and the immigration department. It scared us at times. It made us take down notes. She controlled us. She knew it. And she loved it.
Then her skirt fell down. We sat. Looked at her. Silence. She went red. Must have started to sweat. Gently got down, picked her skirt, bought it to the waist, held it there and continued her talk.