This is the weird time of the semester. There is one month left until we are done with the semester and will be replaced by new Americans at UQ, but at this point we are feeling like Cromwell is our home and have set into our routines with the many friendships here in Australia. Such a bittersweet feeling. The only way to cope is to enjoy the time left to the fullest and leave this country on such a good note.
Change is a part of life, especially in Australia with so many $1 or $2 coins, and you have to find a way to adjust to the new as it presents itself. I am extremely sorry to let everyone know that there is a big change in my life that has just occurred. It happened after a great deal of thought and consideration on my part, resulting in the loss of sleep. Though I know many of you will respect me less, and I may lose the titles that I have earned in the past few months, one of which being Shop Customer of the Week, I must be honest with my friends and family across several continents. I cannot imagine the disappointment felt from one of my favorite bands, but I am sad to inform you that I have shaved my beard.
I no longer am able to store food, pencils, or knowledge in the ginger animal that has called my face home for the past 3 months. The world is considerably colder and I no longer have anything to contribute to conversations now that I cannot be questioned as to how much longer I will keep the beard. I have lost all my intimidation on the sporting field and have no way to hide my facial acne now that the bond between my face and the hair, made famous by my viking ancestors, has been severed.
On the bright side, I can walk past children without their mothers hurrying her kids along. I may also be able to enter a room of friends or strangers without at least once person touching, stroking, poking, groping, inspecting, running their fingers through, or tugging on my beard. I could even play Fresher Rugby without being accused of being over 40 years old now that I may actually resemble the picture on my photo ID.
Though I understand that this is a big step in my life and it would be easy to blame yourself, I hope that no one feels personally responsible for my decision. The choice is my own and part of me will regret it each morning henceforth.
However, Please be comforted by the amount of fun that I had shaving it into different shapes and styles.
Beard is officially gone and Lanolin and Patches have mixed feelings
With much love and some beardless remorse,
Serenity