it's my third day at queen's. today we did our gael group orientation, which is basically orientation with other students from the same faculty (mine is arts & sci, maj in life sci), as opposed to orientation with our residence groups (i live in adelaide, more commonly known as addy-ban righ, since we're clumped together with the ban righ girls). it hasn't been bad, although they expect a larger show of enthusiasm and spirit than i care to give. perhaps it comes of being tired; i was awakened at 4 am because of upper year students screaming "wake up froshies!" while slamming their (pricey) leather faculty jackets on the ground. or maybe it's due to the large amount of syrup, flour and glitter applied to my hair. or maybe it's the whole "sex drugs alcohol" focal point that makes me feel like it's supposed to be one big party. i'm going to lose my voice very soon; i've been singing our school song, the "oil thigh" about a trillion times each day. some like it, some don't. i'm still unsure.
but anyway.
i love queen's. i love the school, the building, the majority of the people, the town. it's great here. i don't feel as homesick as i thought i would. i love it. i wouldn't want to be at any other university at all. queen's was the only university i visited before applying. i didn't have to visit any others. as soon as i saw queen's i knew i wanted to be a queen's girl. i don't know what i'd do if i didn't get accepted. i HAD to get accepted. i can't imagine myself anywhere else. even if it does involve wearing clothespins and signs saying "i miss my mommy" during frosh week.
