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PS14j - September 3rd, 2003
(All photos by William Matheson)
September 3rd was the first day of classes, and as such there were
a lot of Frosh waiting in line at the Library to get their ID cards. These
pictures probably fail to impart the sheer magnitude of said line, and
what the wait times must have been. No doubt that it was time well spent,
though, because if one was under 19, then they required a Saint Mary's
ID to attend the Sam Roberts concert.
The Society Expo. It was better than in some years passed, for most
societies were represented. However, a bunch of them left early, making
it impossible to earn validation for the Sum 41 draw; or in the case of
the <cough> Off-Campus Society, <cough> making it impossible to join
the society at all. I think any society's decision to leave before 4:30
is incredibly irresponsible because some of us have to go up to Spring
Garden Road and back just to get to a bank machine of our own bank so that
we can haul out the cash needed to join the society.
The Scavenger Hunt. Note that we did not actually hold the Scavenger
Hunt, but Ryan Cox never misses an opportunity to chat up the ladies. See
the high-res version of this image.
Diary entry, written at The Planet after Narrative in Fiction and Film:
I’m up at the Planet having a beer listening to Chad’s band. It’s been an interesting day. There’s always a load of administrative stuff to get through on the first day back – much of it that I find annoyingly redundant, such as the health plan waiver process. (Just submitting your proof of alternate coverage once when you first start university would be too easy.)
My fellow Frosh Leaders are starting to arrive. It’s been a weird Frosh Week. TURFBURN was, uh… uneven. I’m sure everyone else but me had a magnificent time, though, and that makes me glad. As you may know, I don’t react well to sudden changes (which ought to make me an evolutionary dead-end, but I digress) - I mean, it’s okay if someone says ahead of time that x is the plan, but if I get there and the plan is suddenly y, I have problems coping with that. Add that to the fact that TURFBURN makes me nervous to begin with and you have a recipe for disaster. Oh, and my camera battery died – it went from ‘full’ to ‘nothing’ without passing through ‘low’ … see if I ever buy Radio Shack batteries again! Duracell Ultra all the way, baby! The shmucks at Radio Shack didn’t think I was good enough to be a Sales Associate anyway.
I’ve been having job-getting trouble, yes, but since I have enough money to get through the year, I’m not going to obsess about it like I was this past Spring. I had a really good interview at Ultramar yesterday – I’ll know by the weekend if I was one of the successful candidates (update: I was not.). The manager was really straight-up and I enjoyed the interview process at a level unknown since my interview with Kumari. Yes, Kumari is a most excellent manager when everything is going fine – I must give credit where it is due.
I’m having another beer. Wow. Anyway, let’s talk about Frosh Week a bit more. Scavenger Hunt: SWORDED!! About five frosh came, so we just cancelled it. Comedy Night I hear wasn’t great, but I still regretted missing it – I had to give it a miss for my Narrative in Fiction and Film class. I’m freaking glad I did, because now I have an invitation to dinner with a female. (update: Didn’t get a chance to talk to her as she left class the following week. No mention of going out the week after. It was over before it began.)
11/5 beer. I’m totally hammered. I’m making really awful jokes. (update: Actually, I do that all the time anyway.)
TURFBURN quotes:
While playing “Have you ever?” – “Has your Prom date ever threatened to sue you?”
While playing “Two Truths and a Fib:” – “Two truths and a fib? Okay, here we go: My first and only girlfriend was part of my Prom party, and we went out with each other after she threatened to sue me over something I wrote. We went out for four days, she was my first kiss at 20 years old, and then she dumped me over ICQ. The game’s over? Wait, I still have to tell my other truth and the fib!”
“You seem like a pretty weird guy. ... You make yourself out to be pathetic.” – A frosh, talking to me.
Wow, I’m drunk.
I ran into my cousin Catherine and her boyfriend on the street tonight. Wow, is she ever hot when she’s happy. The encounter was a bit brief, but memorable. I probably should have taken a picture. I find myself saying that a lot lately (update: … despite having taken 10 rolls during Frosh Leader Camp and Frosh Week.).
See all the high-res images linked to from this page, on one page. (Not for faint-of-heart computers.)
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