
It seems to me that when groups of people are put into a new place, the same orientation program is the product.
Too many parallels to first, sixth, and ninth grade orientation exist:
1. The outfit that you wear on the first day DEFINES your personality. Bad news for the girl who wore the twilight shirt, knee length skirt, and fish nets.
2. Every conversation begins out of necessity or obligation. Your new "friends" are those that carry on a conversation for over 5 minutes. You are reduced to the city you are from (and if you live in Michigan you are reduced to pointing to your city on your hand).
3. The name-tag-glance becomes the most surreptitious/entirely obvious way of figuring out who you just met five times.
4. Accidently glancing at someone means that you are obligated to introduce yourself. Thus you must look down when walking in a large group.
5. Your leader is someone who loves the school entirely too much. Yay for her defending the worst possible dorms on campus with cheery stories about all her friends who have lived there.
6. The coolest thing you can possibly do is become absorbed in texting your friends. This way you give off the impression that you are extremely cool yet don't wish to associate yourself with something as absurdly ordinary as freshmen orientation.
7. The last resort of any conversation is what classes/major you are taking.
8. The funniest thing you could possibly do is loudly mock authority with dumb questions.
9. You meet the guy who had a 20 minute conversation with his mother and is trying to seem really cool (please go away from my door, as I do not want to hear/see/smell you)
10. The word "Icebreaker" becomes synonymous with "vacuous hour of discomfort"
And I'm posting this at 1 in the morning because my mystery roommate is still not back from whatever uh-may-zing (read: immensely stupid) activities he is engaging in.
And the party don't stop. No no no no. No no no no. [see above for obligatory Ke$ha photo]
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