Take in the whole O-week ride

Tuesday, April 7th, 2009

Imagine seven wild days partying with members of the opposite sex in a strange, new world called Western and all without a single parent in sight. Welcome to O-Week.

O-Week is a demanding experience. Mass-humiliation is at a fever pitch. Your new friends go by the names of Earmuffs, Stucco, and Big Daddy and incessantly bang on your door at 7 a.m. You are clueless as to the method behind this madness. No wonder there is an overwhelming tendency for many frosh to ask themselves just what they got themselves into.

But listen up, Frosh: there’s no need to panic.

Simply put, O-Week is the entry point marking the beginning of a time of growth and exploration for yourself and your peers. Nobody cares if you were the prom king or the kid who was beat up for his lunch money; you have absolutely no one to impress but yourself, so why not act a fool? Everyone else is.

Of course, watching one person doing the Harlem shake (or something to that effect) may look incredibly stupid, but having your entire floor engaged in a perfectly synchronized dance routine is awesome. Who knows, you might make a friend or two. You might even participate in a few youthful indiscretions.

Consider this a fresh start to the next few years of discovery and development. This is possibly the only chance you’ll get to do all the things you’ll laugh about years from now.

O-Week’s success is in placing everyone on the same level. By forging a shared experience, everyone has something in common from the start of their university career, even if it is only complaining about all the ridiculous things you have to do.

Yet sadly, this brief but wondrous time is too short. It’s over before you know it, so take it all in - you’ll be glad you did.

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