I know I can hardly believe that there are less than two weeks left in the blur that has been my first year of college. Throw eight freshmen that have never met, two leaders, some gorp, cheese, and granola bars into the woods for a few days of fun and bonding. In my case, I was lucky enough to know nine or so other females.
Orientation is an interesting enterprise.
Of course, it was inevitable that a select few of us realized we were a little too cool for some of the orientation activities and boycotted them in fine style. As the year has gone on, the mass exodus from your dorm to Commons slowly loses some of its membership, as smaller groups become more the norm for the trek to that fine dinning establishment. If you didn t ask yourself question number two, you are, and I mean no offense here, probably living in the Bill or have gained 30 or so pounds. Maybe during first semester you learn such truths as the fact that a paper can be written the night before it is due, but generally sounds more coherent if it spaced out over a week or so. Waking up any more than twenty minutes before class seems to be counter-intuitive and counter productive.