Amelia Selachii studies Law.

After four gruelling years of a mild superiority complex and low contact hours, she still remains in high spirits despite the fact that nearly all of her schoolmates have now graduated uni and are working well-paid jobs and some travel to really nice places with their new money and endearing sense of success.

Not that she cares about such things, she says to The Obiter, as she went out to stare creepily at the throngs of 17-year-olds checking out UQ with their Mummies and Daddies.

‘The hardest bit,’ she says between bites of her Burger Urge burger, the same one she's bought nearly every week for 4 years (Pineapple Express, of course), ‘is when catching up with friends, I have to explain the difficult concept of when I will be graduating.’

We heard her on the phone with a relative. Some choice quotes illuminate their conversation.

‘Yes, I'm still at uni.’ ‘No, I'm not graduating at the end of the year... no, not at the end of next year... no, yeah, halfway through next year. Yeah. 5 and a half years. Yeah. A half. Like one semester? No, not this semester. Yeah I know.’ ‘Anyway do you still have that money you owe me.’

As Amelia commences the gruelling rigor of that will be waiting her in her fifth, full year (but not her last year), we can only wish her luck on her journey, and hope she doesn't spend too much time telling first-years that they're 'so young,’ and that she's 'so old,’ because in reality she really is only 23 and that is quite young when you think about it.

She's just too old for uni.

More to come for another year and a half.