This is the true story of 9 strangers, picked to live in a dorm. Travel together and have their lives taped to find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real.
There’s Megan: the loud one and the one with the boyfriend. This caused her to stay in many times to skype him; however, when this girl goes out on the town, she really knows how to party.
Jaclyn: the party girl. She never wants to miss a crazy night out on the town. If you want to have a good time, then don’t forget to take this girl with you.
Joe: the sweetheart. Always has an open ear to listen and an open arm for an embrace when needed. His big heart and sensitive side attribute to his title, but he is also known for his manliness through his “Joe Smith Work Outã” plan. Loves to party and has dance moves blow the roof off of any club.
Mike: the handyman and the rallyer. You need a quick tip or a repair? Just ask Mr. Fixit—you name it, he’ll fix it. He get’s two names because both of his titles are equally important. Not only can this guy provide advice and fix just about anything, he is also most known for his epic rallying ability. No one rallys quite like Michael Geib. His drunken rallys will go down in a record book one day.
John: the bootyshaker. Also know as Clark Kent, John is a ladies man. This is probably because he is not afraid to shake his booty in public. Like Joe, this one’s a sweetheart. Always down for a goodtime.
Addison: the nudist. In touch with his body, Addison is not afraid to show it off. Confident, this young chap tells it like it is and speak his mind. If you are looking for the brutal and honest truth, Addison will be the one to give it.
Then there’s Sara most known for her alter ego when she’s drunk: the Wildecat. RAWR. The name says it all and needs no further explanations.
These strangers knew of each other, maybe had some perceptions of what each other are like, but in reality, had no idea who exactly each other were. Starting off in the breathtaking town of Queenstown NZ, this group of strangers were thrown into a 3 bedroom apartment without cable, internet, and telephones forcing each other to interact on a different level. These activities included: Bungee jumping, white water rafting, super bowl party, 21st birthday, Climbing the Ben Lomand, and you can’t forget teapot time. Before these strangers knew it they were leaving NZ and flying to Cairns for two full days of snorkelling the Great Barrier Reef on a cruise boat in the middle of the ocean. Leaving Cairns a lot redder than when they got there, these strangers were off for an action pact week of drinking and touring the Emerald city, Sydney. A month of vacation flew by and it was off to meet up with 25 other strangers in a place they called home for the next four months—the great city of Fremantle. Case days were had, rap artists were discovered, clubbing was had, travelling was in order, Road trips down up the West Coast, discovering the great country of Thailand, and very little studying was to be accomplished. These 9 strangers met up with the 25 others, stopped being strangers, and ultimately formed a close-knit family. Now this (once strangers) family’s real world experience has come to an end heading back to their homeland. Going in, as strangers and gaining a family with memories that will last a lifetime.
But on all serious note,
WOWWWeeeeewowowoww, I can’t believe this semester flew by. Everyone left Fremantle and the group I travelled with at the beginning of the trip (minus Megan) and me were the last to leave. It was nice ending this experience with the same group of people I began it with. We spent the last two days Wandering around Fremantle like homeless people—in reality that is what we were. We got kicked out of our on Saturday afternoon and decided that we didn’t want to have to pay for a hostel. We were able to leave our bags in the P&O and then we stayed at one of our Australian friend’s houses for the night. It was really weird walking around Freo and being the very last group to leave. In general, it was a weird feeling leaving this place I called home. It was like an empty feeling inside. I never meant to get weepy, but I couldn’t help but reminisce on the memories and the fun times that were had all around Freo. I will never ever have this same experience with the same people in the same situation every again—which makes me really sad. We did have all day to dillydally around with no place to just hang out. We sat around at our stomping grounds—the Orient—for the rest of the night. A lot of us even passed out on the back benches in the Orient—what a bunch of bums! We seriously looked like homeless backpackers. After the Orient, we made our way over to Sail&Anchor because one of our good friends (the guy whose house we were staying at) was playing in the band there that night. The next morning when we woke up, we once again walked around Freo. Aric (my professor) had all of us over and said we could hang out at his place for as long as we wanted to until our flight came. It was really convenient because it was a place to lounge where we didn’t feel homeless. That day, we went back to Sail&Anchor for the afternoon because they had beer and sample tasting. Free beer?—Why not! It was all very good, but I got drunk off of samples of beer because I hadn’t eaten much that day. For the remainder of the day, we walked around Freo snapping various pictures and picking up last minute souvenirs. That night, we decided to walk out to the lighthouse one last time to watch the sunset and take a group photo. I ended up loosing my camera in the rocks on the pier. I have the worst luck with electronics! I watched it fall further and further down the cracks in the rocks and I could not do anything about it. We were soon off to the airport to catch our flight. Everyone got checked in fine except for me. I must have pissed off a travel karma god because everything seemed to be going wrong. Our Quantas flight switched from Quantas to Jet Star and the booking lady booked all of our flights the wrong way. It was entered that we had 0kg for luggage, so then we would have had to pay $180 for two bags. Of course I was the only one that was stopped for this. We finally sorted it out after I had to buy internet and prove my booking details to the headhoncho and, in the end, I didn’t have to pay. To add to that, I had to go through security twice and was the only person randomly checked for explosives. I really did piss off a travel god. Goodness. Now I am in the Melbourne airport and waiting to get onto this flight to America. Well Australia, it’s been real. I will never forget you and miss you dearly, but it is time to go home! P&O and ANNA and all other friends, thanks for making this semester the greatest one yet. It has been truly a blessing to be friends with all of you. MUCH LOVE xoxo.
Cheers Mate,
KatieJ
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