... the thing I just posted was actually written by past me quite a few days ago. I don't even remember what she said. Here's what I actually did today. After several classes (where I set myself up nicely to be that annoying foreign student who thinks they know everything probably because they already took the same class in their home country and answers every question in bad bad french so that they sound like an idiot), I ventured outside of campus into the dodgy end of town. I got in the smallest lift you've ever seen and went into a small room where I sat on a rickety wooden chair that didnt match any of the other chairs in the place and looked at some faded posters as they slowly peeled their way off the wall. Then an old man came and led me into another room that smelled like cloves where he said some incoherent things in a mixture of languages and then stuck his (ungloved) hands in my mouth. Then he poked my teeth with some metal tools and sent me home.
Hot Tip: Go to the dentist BEFORE you leave Australia.
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