Five feels only rural students studying in the city will understand
A never-ending traffic flow, urine-stained sidewalks and hordes of people with resting bitch faces. Welcome to the city!
It’s pretty clear that you’re not in Kansas anymore. And let’s face it, you’re not fooling anyone into thinking you’re a city-slicker.
What gave it away? Probably your inability to cross the road in front of oncoming traffic. Here’s a shout out to all the rural students living that city life who actually know what a real night sky looks like.
There should be a special type of insurance for crossing city roads
The green light means nothing when it comes to city-siders. They have no chill, and probably a death wish too to top it off.
Even though your friends won’t wait for the green light man before deciding to cross the road, you’re not quite ready to be mowed down by an angry taxi driver. That is until you learn the skill of predicting when the lights are going to change like you’re from Next or something.
City buses are on drugs
It was a truly glorious moment when you realised that buses in the city come every 10 minutes rather than every hour, or not at all, like the transport in your hometown.
Trying to figure out what bus to catch and what the hell all those letters in front of numbers meant was pretty hard at first. You’ve also learned that business people do not like chirpy conversations or putting their suitcases on the floor to allow you to sit down.
Admit it, it only took you a few months until you became just as irritated by non-city folk. People who don’t know how to tap their Opal/Myki/Go cards anger you. Like, do they even go here?
City animals are weird AF
The city has the most deranged animals that have probably mutated due to the gross amount of cigarette butts, pollution and rubbish in their diet.
And worse, there are rats everywhere. Like, everywhere. You’ll also never get over how fucking creepy ibis birds are – you’re convinced that they want to simultaneously steal your lunch and ruin your life.
So many food choices
Being a rural student, you’re probably used to some seriously vanilla food options. The RSL’s menu doesn’t exactly count as exotic cuisine when their staple item is a chicken parmigiana and a schooner of VB wrapped up in a dinner deal.
Before coming to the city I had never tried sashimi, Nepalese food, kimchi, Afghani food or moon cakes. Tragic, I know.
As a rural student you can eat your way through the city without shame, using the totally legit excuse that you’re just trying new cuisine and being worldly.
The glorious feeling of seeing no one you know from your hometown
How great is turning up to uni and not being obliged to sit next to familiar faces? You’re not going to be tied to those same old people that you’ve been dying to get away from. The same neighbourly peeps that know every embarrassing detail about your former high school self, ready to blackmail you.
And my personal favourite, if you look like death in the city, no one will even turn their head. I mean, they are serious working people; they haven’t got time to judge you when they’re scouting for their fifth coffee of the day ála Lorelai Gilmore.
Rural students, you have it good. Sure you might miss the fresh air, friendly faces and parma-schooner combo every once in a while, but city livin’ is a pretty sweet deal. Especially when a walk through Chinatown leaves you with a belly full of dim sims. That’s living right there.
Eden Gillespie is an International Studies/ Media student at UNSW with a love for breakfast bagels and Louis Theroux.