Orientation's over! And just when I thought it would never end :/ I was pretty sure I would hate it all because I just wanted to get started on lessons already. But Orientation was just crazy and waking up when it's all over is sort of like getting out of a dream. I was so hyped up about OGs and CTs and facs that I completely forgot about the stuff I'd been doing before Orientation. I woke up this morning and I was like, whoa, Sherlock Holmes! Whoa, legend! Whoa, computer! (Yeah, seriously.) I just about crashed out last night. In fact I'm still crashing out today. I'm running on energy I don't have, which explains the now-constant existence of Milo within arm's reach of me. But it was all worth it :D
OG19. It's amazing how you can get a bunch of unlikely heroes together and make them love each other intensely by the end of 4 days :/ First day doesn't do much, just involves simple icebreakers that make you remember only like 3 new names; second day is a little tougher, with games that either crack you up laughing or really just crack YOU up (seriously, they were a little dangerous sometimes. But they were fun because they were dangerous, so I'm not complaining), and you remember a few more names; by Monday you're like OGOGOGOGOGOG and that's all you can think about. You know everyone and you're all for winning every game you play. Wet games in particular break the ice 1. because there's WATER 2. because you seem to like everyone more when they're dripping wet and you're a little drier. :D And then you have your respective OG dinners where you have pizza and make people do 30 second dance solos and play very revealing I Never games. By Tuesday you're positive you will experience OG withdrawal syndrome, having spent so much effort bonding with people you're not going to be in the same CT with.
10A14. You have 7 guys and 19 girls, and already you know things are gonna get weird. Plus you've just left your OG and you're feeling bloody insecure. But that's okay, because what happens next--you're officially invested into the faculties and given a new group identity! So you get hyped up about winning again. By Thursday you love your seniors, who seem to have lost most of their sanity (but not any of their love and compassion) somewhere along their own JC1 journey, and also have a newfound sense of belonging to your faculty (which, by the way, frigging rocks). You play war games and realize that girls (yellow ones in particular) are particularly ferocious when they're pissed off and make a mental note never to get into a fight with one of those. You start to love the people in your class too, having spent 6 hours with them working on a skit without having dinner. Being in HP (and the successors of an impossible, groundbreaking legacy), you feel the heat to bring it on again this year. And so the entire class forgets about basic bodily needs and works through the afternoon and evening.
And it isn't over yet! Friday's the big day and you're all jittery about it. But the moment you straighten things out and perfect the details, you realize that it isn't that bad after all. In fact, by the time you step in for internal selections, both you and your seniors are positive you stand a pretty good chance. 3 hours later you're working again to represent your faculty to win Best Class Item, running on energy that is now negative, but still coherent because you want it so freaking badly. You've forgotten about lunch and dinner. There's a vague notion of McChicken burgers, but you're sure it isn't a good idea to eat now. Might get messy.
And THEN Campfire Night officially kicks off, and you're up. The entire faculty cheers for you all the while you walk up on stage and set out your props. For once you're not nervous about having so many expectations piled on you; you're hyped up by the fact that you're being trusted and supported on all sides, and that the faculty is behind you. For the first time you totally believe you can do it. And you do. Within 8 minutes it's over and you've done your thing.
The other faculties take the floor and soon the bonfire starts. You worry about the huge fire but it seems everything is under control, although the people who came up with the Kyoto Protocol might scream about the amount of black smoke it's sending up. But before that! Your faculty takes the Best Class Item and you're more relieved than happy. Now you can afford to give up and crash out. For the next hour or so you sing and run around, and then collapse as everyone else dances couple dances that are a little too long.
My only regrets:
1. I messed up a 6-7-8 during the dance. Rats. 2. I lost my orientation shirt. I WANT IT BACK D: 3. It might take 2 days of abstinence from physical activity to recuperate. You try dancing from morning till night without proper lunch or dinner. It was damn worth it, though.
So I fit into 3 new identities now: Apollo, OG19 and 10A14. In a matter of 1.5 weeks I have made about 30 new friends and found 3 new places in which I can belong. I wasn't looking forward to Orientation but I'm definitely looking backward now that it's over. It's time to settle down for real and hit the books (after how many frigging months?!), but for now I can't get it out of my head.
A-A-A14 AA, A14 A-A-A14 OH WE ARE HARDCORE
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PROFILE
this is where i let rip, so be warned that you might not like everything that pops up here. but i do, so deal with it. (: .
loves
this is so subject to change that i'm not even gonna bother listing them down.
hates
too many, and the list would be extremely volatile, anyway.
wants
a place in Oxford University (good luck, jennifer.)
for someone to know that he has a special place in her heart!
to survive in HCJC next year
not to have so many wants (but who's counting?)