Cheap Therapy

Phil K.

Phil K., 1989 & on & on & on…
UNISFA, hmmm, What should I say? I remember asking for the fiction library on campus, & being pointed that way. Steph intimidated me, & I kinda just stayed.
Memories:
Cards (Oh, well, attempts anyway!)
Blowing up sodium on the oak lawn!
Running elections every year since 1990
Car accidents,
Vaughn lossing his licence, and pillow fights in the corridor. (Not being able to spell!)
Terracons, sentient choc milk, and kangaroos.

UNISFA, hmmm, go on another 15 pears. We all need it somehow!

Kylie D.

Kylie D. 1991, 1992, 1993 (long distance member)
1990 - Discovered the existenc of SF Club on campus
1991 - discovere all my Friends belonged to it. Gave in to peer group pressure and joined. Read lots of books.
Much later in the year people started talking to me.
Discovered people with the same opinions on Piers Anthony and wildly differing ones on Robert Heinlein.
Terracon - coke, supersoakers, first game of Bartok
1992 - Lots of strage freshers.
Terracon - mastered the limbo, coke, chocolate, personal supersoakers, theatersports. INdi’s worried and anxious shark, Sheldon juggling eggs.
1992 - Mailing list. Met even stranger people on that.
Foncon - coke, chocolate, juggling, tinny walls, multiple personality cheat starring Skippy + Penguin.
1993 - Wish to be remembered for introducing Bartok to Karratha.

Karen M.

Karen M. 1988 onwards
1988: wandered about casting Find Familiar at UniSFA + The UCC (”is Dave here?”)
1989: was unofficial librarian, first Terracon - most memorable for Paul T.’s sentient chocmilk on the last day, + Dave throwing up in my bed (+ being 0.08 on Craig’s breathalyser 8hrs later)
1990: my year as President’s concubine (heh heh - power!)
1991: Dave’s Year as President’s concubine (heh heh - power!)
1992: my year as I.P.P. - now was that irresponsible or intoxicated that the I stood for..?)
1993: good to see my fine tradition of spending $100 on chocolate for each club function is continuing!

Willem B.

Willem B. 1983/84 onwards
The first time I walked into UNISFA was while I was visiting campus as a Year 12 student. I spent 3 hours sitting in UNISFA waiting for anyone to say hello - of course, no one did. This was my first realization that UNISFA must operate functionally as a Sargasso Sea of people without social skills. Of course - it got better.
1987 - Created the CIA to challenge UNISFA - only a matter of time before I ruled the world.

Rebecca H.

Rebecca H. 1990 to 1993 to …
I came, I saw, I hung around. String Technology, Quantum tunneling, the carpet, Going out with P, IPP, T, IPP… In various combinations and various times. Re-instating the PC and the IPPC (Immediate Past President’s Concubine). Drinking Pepsi + Schweppes on the sly ’cause it’s cheaper, Fighiting for chairs, warm room in winter, new books, old members, Terracon, hot chocolate, cold chocolate, chocolate. Good freinds. Interesting parties….
On more wavelength, off the planet and 90 degrees out of phase. Cute Guys, Not so cute guys. Came up to UniSFA in 2nd year. I DONT play cards… well sometimes. All I can say is that when sitting with Emma H., and Suzanne S. in a Rome Convent while suffering from Sleaszy-guys-on-bus-itus, we recreated a safe atmosphere of Coke(tm), chocolate and “Oh Hell!!!”.

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Stephanie G.

Stephanie I-am-not-a vampire-nor-am-I-that-old-honest G.
1988 -
Ex treasurer (Rio was great, thanks)
Ex Vice President (Steves was… er… Must have been good).

Ah, UniSFA, the playground of the young, hopeless + helpless.
Thank God. I had many reasons to be greatful to the lack of standards shown by UniSFA when I joined as a terrified freshette not so many years ago. UniSFAns were a wierd bunch to be sure, but they didn’t care who I was, what I looked like, or how badly I dressed. This gave me an excellent opportunity to Discover Myself, particularly the Dark Side. It was fun losing inhibitions and gaining friends. Periodic (Ok, daily) humiliation of freshers is just my way fo saying “I want to be your friend*”
Who else would publish poetry so appalling that I am beyond cringing? I trust future generations will remember me for something other than my infrequent and effort-barren Piffle contributions.
And hey, even if it is bad enough to be funny, but not funny enough to publish, I have written my novel. Have you?

PS It was patricularly fund being young + single. Ah youth.

* See UCCSpeak dictionary.

Papa Smurf:

Papa Smurf aka dave.short aka David E. (1985 to 1993 to ?)
Memories:
No committee position held, when UCC was next door!, when the “card players in the corridor” rule was voted in, when Phil K blew up some sodium on the Oak Lawn, first UniSFA soccer, first UniSFA badminton, the Pocock-Yovich bridge saga “psych bidding, zen bidding, 1-H, 6-N, 7-S mates”…”, the Harry P./David E./Jeremy B. etc. bombardier squad with car batteries, wires, table tennis balls and gunpowder (home-brew), Harry P. hanging Casey out the window… the list goes on…

Fiona W. (1991 onwards)

Foncon I, when Bec played ping-pong ‘Hic’.

Peter W. (1989 onwards)

Indi sliding off the road on the way to Terracon, Me in a 5-car pile-up the next Terracon, soccer, baddy, carpet, chairs, card games, ghost, categories, old members orientation, indoctrination, persecuting freshers, the Baldrick election, zen bidding, beach gridiron and variants, how to be rescured from a desert isle (play solitaire), etc., etc., etc.