Wednesday, October 27, 2010

If Your Name Was Rod, I Could Make A Joke About Fishing.

I’d been at Philip Island for six weeks raging with the penguins to celebrate the completion of my Tram Studies three-day short course. Five and a half weeks in, after one too many ‘ice on the rocks, thanks’, I found myself bragging to a wild ocean about such completion and shouting, ‘My education is more powerful than any current you could ever produce!’
I looked more closely at the crumpled short course information sheet I was shaking in front of its watery face - we had yet to receive our tram encrusted certificates - only to realise the length of the short course was actually four days and I had missed the final exam. I was promptly knocked to the sand by a violent surge of foamy salt water.

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