Things I Do In The Holidays 1

Birthing Kit Packing Day - Volunteering @ The University of Sydney

My day began at 6am because yes it does take me 50 minutes to get ready in the morning. The same can't be said for the friend I picked up on the way to the station; she woke up at 6:45am and was standing in her driveway ready for pick up at 6:55am. Standing on the station platform with the unexpectedly cold wind blowing at my ankles, I was tired and sleepy - sleeping had it not been for the chill keeping me awake. In 52 minutes, we hopped off the train and made our way to Sydney University. I have to say that the walk was more eventful than most, stopping and starting to ensure adequate distance between people we were walking behind, and people we didn't want to talk to or both. Having dreaded being surrounded by only female alumni of the older generation, I was quite surprised to be accompanied by an assortment of younger folk: Pharmacists, Lawyers, Arts/Commerce, Medical Science students etc. but as predicted, there was a solitary male named V. 

Having arrived early, we were provided with morning tea. J poured herself a cup of milk tea but I, with my terrible bladder, avoided the potential diuretic. At 9am, we began packing: 5 sheets of gauze, 3 pieces of string, a scalpel, a bar of soap, a pair of gloves and a plastic bag. These items were meant to be the most basic equipment required to significantly decrease cases of infant mortality. Folding large garbage bags to fit into the supplied plastic seal bags proved to be more difficult than anticipated. But after 30 minutes of alternating between packing soap bars into gloves and folding aforementioned garbage bags, I got the hang of it. At around 12pm, we finally finished packing the supplies on our table. 

But rather than dig into the supply of sandwiches available, we headed to Market City to enjoy sushi. (I must say I did eat one sandwich quarter. I was too hungry.) That green tea ice-cream in the tub that "looks like a bin" ~ V, is fantastic. In my opinion, it's nicer than the soft serve at Mizuya. 

With full stomachs, we left the sushi train restaurant and headed around the city to shop for Christmas gifts. Unfruitful dress shopping is always tiresome. Jemi... please take me.