Open Post: What is happening in your world?

Hello all,

For those who are just entering this side of the Mamamia Island, here is a place of mutual love and appreciation for all things fab and flawed that happened in your week.

This time, you’re going to hear from a girl young enough to either be your daughter, your dog walker or that chick at Macca’s that forgot to give you sauce. Bitch.

I’m Matilda and I am an 18-year-old fresh-out-of-hell-I-mean-HSC-intern. This means that my advice on pregnancy, weddings, sex, children, maternity wear, alcoholic beverages and politics will most likely be… completely and utterly useless. So I won’t try and instead stick to the good advice of others who know a little more about life than me.

Last week a bloke stood up in one of my university tutorials and shouted: “Why am I wasting my time learning about post-colonialism in Australia? This isn’t going to earn me the big bucks!”

I nodded my head along with him. Didn’t I suffer an immeasurable uni debt to — as he so cavalierly put it — earn the big bucks? Was I not here to learn a step-by-step millionaire cheat sheet copied by journalists worldwide? Were they not supposed to make me into a cookie-cutter Today presenter so I too can attend the Logies and hopefully get ridiculously drunk?

Apparently not.

I normally wouldn’t trust a man named Kale because I’d rather he be called Chocolate or Waffles, but I guess there

is something profound in clean eating because my tutor, Kale, said: “I’d be more worried about your time. It’s more precious than money.”

Never has anything hit me so boldly. I say this because as we all come back to work after an Easter break, it’s a reminder not to allow ourselves to wait until next Easter to see family and friends.

From a non-tax paying, non-rent paying, non-life-yet experiencing teenager this all sounds pretty rich (pun intended) but time is really one of the most important things we’re all constantly losing.

So even though Kale hasn’t converted me to green smoothies, I think we can all take a leaf (HA!) out of the man’s raw vegan cookbook and give some more of our time to the things that matter most. If that’s post-colonialism you be my guest, friend.

Now I want to hear from you! How has your week been?