For those of you who’ve followed my blogposts, you probably know that this past week marked my return to a post-secondary institution (Carleton University) as well as my reintroduction into the world of frosh life. Having had a considerably underwhelming frosh week last fall, during my first time at college, I knew frosh orientation could go one of two ways: it could be like my college experience where my age limited me to certain events, or it could be the time of my life – a week I would never forget.
At first, the whole event seemed a little ridiculous. We were arbitrarily assigned to teams based on toys, and were made easily identifiable by means of T-shirts. Yours truly was on the cartoon team. I think the original intention was comic books, but that conflicted with the super-heroes and action figures. Actually, it could have been referring to DVDs of cartoons, however, I digress.
As an off-campus student, I was invited to attend the off-campus orientation day. There was no shortage of creativity when it came to naming events. This event consisted of a large number of local frosh (or those who had missed the residence deadline) sitting around awkwardly eating pizza while a small group of upper years, frosh facilitators (the Facils) attempted to pep us up. Cheers were shouted at us and half-hearted responses were given by us, the frosh.
Luckily, pep is infectious (Red Bull helps too) and as the week went on I was quickly losing my voice. The entire week was like black and white compared to my time at college. At Carleton, I was active and making friends. I was talkative, energetic and coming up with cheesy cheers with a few members of my team. Someone even mentioned that every time they saw me, I had a new friend with me, and if you know me at all, then you probably think I’m making this all up.
The whole idea of being back at school (and a new one at that), meeting new people and taking interesting classes (intro to Canadian history not included) had energized me to the point that my mother was asking me what I was “on.” I’ve discovered that taking a more active role in the social aspect of my education could mark a major improvement in my time here. I’ve always been a huge advocate of participating outside of class, but it’s a whole other thing when you actually take the initiative to do it.
By the end of the week, I was “Mr. Popular” and had been deemed “Lead Cheerer of the Cartoons (appropriately so, as the character I chose as my alias was Tino Tonitini. Yeah, I’m that awesome.) So far, it’s been a great start to the school year (history not included) and I’m hoping that frosh week will be a sign of things to come. Only problem is, I’m already looking forward to next year’s frosh week (I’m planning to be a Facil), and it’s only the second week of school….Maybe I’ll stop by the physics department to see how that time machine is doing. Every physics department has one, right?
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