Day 4 of Orientation Week
The party theme for this evening was 'very bad taste'. I'm afraid I don't have pictures yet, but the college photographer's been busy and has probably snapped a few images that'll haunt me when I'm famous. We met in the quadrangle/courtyard at about 5:30, ostensibly so we wouldn't be late for our harbour cruise with another college, and the seniors proceeded to run us around Sydney for about 2 hours after having doused us with a gunky muesli/jam/honey mixture with the consistency of vomit and some flour/water.
We made the nights of a lot of people. The seniors chose targets, who were quickly surrounded by 30 extremely dirty/sweaty and badly dressed freshers and 'serenaded' to a slightly modified version of 'You're Sixteen'. We also hit most of the major bars around Circular Quay, and were made to dance whenever we passed a source of loud music. There was also lots of lying down and flailing around on pavements (a maneuver known as the 'fresher cockroach').
It was shitloads of fun. More later. Have to go. Stay in touch, people.
We made the nights of a lot of people. The seniors chose targets, who were quickly surrounded by 30 extremely dirty/sweaty and badly dressed freshers and 'serenaded' to a slightly modified version of 'You're Sixteen'. We also hit most of the major bars around Circular Quay, and were made to dance whenever we passed a source of loud music. There was also lots of lying down and flailing around on pavements (a maneuver known as the 'fresher cockroach').
It was shitloads of fun. More later. Have to go. Stay in touch, people.