Health Science First Year through brown eyes I.
The first day at my halls of residence, a girl greeted me clothed in nothing but a toga. Then another, and another, suffice to say I was impressed. There’s a saying by a wise young man thoroughly smashed on jager-bombs that “brooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo you’ll get so much push in Otago” I assumed he meant a motivational push to chase my dreams, yet looking at the scantily dressed girls made me think perhaps he meant puss.
Just as I was coming back from this flashback, I nearly walked into a set of hairy bosoms. Thankfully, it belonged to a dude. (Seriously how are hairy bosoms better if it belonged to a girl?) I was to find out that it was actually the day of the annual toga parade. An event part of O-week (a week to get you so absolutely smashed on alcohol that all subsequent drinking of alcohol beyond your limit seems normal).
I had already missed 2 days of O-week. People bondage (sounded better in my head) is in full progress and the you don’t want to miss saying “So where are you from?” 50 times in one day during the awkward-filled introductory events.
If there was any morale of this story that you were supposed to learn, it isn’t that you “broooooooooo you get lots of “push” in Otago”, but to come for the whole duration of O-week which is always the week before Uni starts. (In 2009, it’ll be 23rd Feb) even if you don’t plan to get smashed off your face. Or you can go be fashionably late and be greeted with toga’ed students.
New year, new look
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