||[Sep. 5th, 2005|11:27 am]
Well, I made it to Sudbury! The following documentation is mostly for my own purposes, but as always, feel free to read it, because I really wouldn't be posting it here if I didn't want anyone to see it!|
Saturday was move-in day, with a wake up call of 6:30am!!! Fortunately I slept through most of the four hour drive.
So we finally made it to Laurentian University, and I get to meet my roommate! Firstly, I'll explain that I have an apartment-style dorm with 4 other girls. 3 of them are in 3rd or 4th year and they have their own rooms, and my roommate and I have a double room. My roommate's name is Danielle, and she's a fairly nice girl. However, I have noticed a few things... For example, the girl does not know the meaning of empathy! I was really, really homesick on Saturday night, and all she could say was that she was lucky, because her parents live an hour away, and that she's going home every weekend anyway. At least recognize that I've said something before you start being completely self-centred. Then, one of my suitemates is Amelie, she's from Quebec. She speaks English fairly well, but with a heavy accent. Danielle's dad is French and her mom is not, so she's very fluent in both languages. Now, whenever Danielle speaks to Amelie, she (for some reason unknown) finds it necessary to put on an accent of her own! Just subtly, but I'm sure Amelie would be able to understand her just fine if she spoke English normally... she understands me! I'm not saying that I don't like Danielle, I'm just saying that there are a few things that rub me the wrong way about her, and that I really can't see us being close friends after this year is up. My mind is still open, and I'm not saying that I'm unhappy, I just don't see myself being friends with her in an environment where I don't have to be (ie next year). That said, let's move on.
The parentals were in a rush on Saturday because they had to make it to the cottage by 7pm, so we went for a quick lunch (with new roommate in tow) then did some grocery shopping, they helped me unload everything, and were on their way. I'll admit that I had tears in my eyes when I was hugging them goodbye, but I kept it together until they left and I could make a mad dash for the bathroom to start a major pity party. The rest of Saturday just consisted of more unpacking, decorating a bit, and all that superfun stuff. In the evening, I was a mess, and I had to cry really, really quietly so as not to wake my roommate, but I still bawled my eyes out.
Sunday saw a very big improvement. That was the day that I got all my books ($430 worth!), my student ID (I look SO tired in my pic), my meal plan, and my frosh kit. The frosh kit was pretty darn amazing. It all came in a huge sac (I assume it's for laundry) and it had free samples of Axe, Herbal Essences, Excel, Juicy Fruit, a Dasani water, a can of Dr Pepper, a Kit Kat bar, lots and lots of flyers and advertisements, a cup, a tube of toothpaste, kleenex, and loads of other useful frosh things. Later on Sunday, there was a frosh play in the auditorium. It was about "making the right choices" and other such things that squeaky clean, fresh-faced frosh should know about. After that I went on a campus tour, so that I'm not ridiculously late on the first day of classes, and I learned that all of the buildings are connected underground, so that you don't have to go outside in the winter! Sheer brilliance!
Before I continue, I must explain my residence. There are three sections, consisting of three floors each: B, M, and J. I am on the first floor of the B section, so we are called "B1st". So, on Sunday night, all of B section was called outside for a "mandatory meeting". First order of business: some healthy competition. Each floor was given one list of scavenger hunt items, and one hour to find them! I'll try to remember what I can: a green thong, a guy's leg shaved, members of the same sex kiss, a road sign, roadkill, porn, flavoured condom, sex toy, a camel toe, a frosh shirt from last year, yearbook and formal gift from last year, water from the pool, sand from the beach, and then there were things around campus, like how many tiles on the bowling alley floor, how many mailboxes, how many washing mashines, how many blue signs, how many floors in a given building, the loaction of the 2 headed cow, name all the floors of SSR (my floor is the beavers, and the rest have similar team-like names... they didn't want just the numbers), name all the RA's (like dons) in both my building and the on next to us AND give their floors, and other such nonsensical but still fun things like that.
After the scavenger hunt came another series of floor-on-floor activities. First, six people from each floor had to finish one case of pop (24 cans in a case), but to prove that you were done, you had to turn the can upside down over your head... Mine wasn't completely empty :( I have rootbeer in my hair. After that, four more people (maybe six, I don't know) had to chug 2 litres of maple syrup between them. Then, eight people lined up with 2 cups of pop each. The first person drank their first, the second drank their first when the first person was done, and so on until the eighth. The eighth person drank both of theirs, and then the seventh drank their second, then the sixth drank their second, and so on. The last activity needed two teams of 4 people from each floor. Each team was given a plateful of macaroni. The first person had one minute to eat as much as they could, and then it was passed down the line. When the second person got it, a cupful of salsa was dumped in. The second person had as long as they wanted, and when the third person got it, a cupful of strawberry jam was dumped in. Then when the fourth person got it a cupful of mayo was dumped in... and the fourth person had to finish it. That was a very disgusting smell...
So, the events of the night were over, and I came back and only stayed on msn until about 1:00am, and then went to bed.
BUT WAIT! At flippin 3:50am all of the people in B section who were second year or above were banging spoons on pots SO LOUD outside everyone's rooms! So we were all woken from our slumber and herded outside. They made us do horrible, horrible things like jumping jacks, and push-ups, and sit-ups, and the dreaded elephant walk!!! Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!
But we learned a new song:
Wham bam, God Damn!
Son of a bitch,
Our anthem... Nice, eh? My favourite part about university life (so far) is the swearing. No one gives a fuck how much you swear, and the figures of authority do it all the time! It really is beautiful.
So after half an hour of gruelling torture, waking up other residences, and mindless chanting, they let us go back to bed. Stupid jerks. "We swear, this isn't hazing!"
So, after tossing and turning for another half hour, I finally got to sleep. And now I am here, on Monday morning. Two days before class starts... A little bit scared about classes, to be honest.
Ahh well, take it done day at a time, one class at a time...