Tuesday morning everyone’s tired, yet buzzing in anticipation for the coming week on camp. Canberra is a city surrounded by the country and if you stray about 2 minutes from the outskirts you’ll find yourself in paddocks. As we hit the country-side we enter a morning fog which envelops our bus. Around the bus people doodle on the glass, smiley faces, obscenities (it is year 12 after all). One girl, Laura. Writes her name hence titling her own self-portrait captured for a moment in an alien world. Laura.