The Little Mathie

You must pardon me if I start rambling in ways that people cannot understand. Being a frosh, and being hungry, funny things happen to my thought processes. Even after a week of University Life, the Jerry that my parent's saw approximately one week ago no longer exists.

A good example is the one huge long party Frosh Week has been. I don't know how people do it, or why they put up with it, in a weird sort of way. I enjoy a party as much as the next person, but I also know that sleeping is also something very nice. And, especially considering that I got very little extra sleep over the summer, any sleep I can grab now is a godsend.

Having members of the Frosh Committee running through your halls at 7:00am when your Frosh Event ran to 2:00am the night before is not a good way of endearing people to University Life or endearing people to the committees. And before you use the "Initiation" excuse, I don't buy it. Why does somebody have to be hopelessly embarrassed before they're allowed to be a part of the group? That's what "Initiation" is all about.

Look, I can live with screaming people once or twice a week. Five to six times is just too damn much! Plus registration, textbook acquisition, any other University things you want to get involved with (e.g. Band or Newspaper or whatever), letter writing, book reading, many other activities get run over in the rush that is known as Frosh Week.

I'm writing this while Shinerama is going on. I plan to do my laundry too, so that I have some clean underwear for Sunday. My parents are coming up, as well. And because I missed Shinerama in favour of clean underwear and seeing my family, I get barred from Lunch. Cute. I didn't see too many Frosh or Frosh Leaders at the Warrior's Football Game yesterday. It's sort of humbling when you can count the number of Waterloo fans in the double digits, INCLUDING the Warrior's Pep Band and the Cheerleaders. An example of something that was lost in the light of the giant party.

Look, I'm not knocking the Frosh Week committees. I've had a grand old time, meeting a lot of new people, and getting adjusted to what life is outside of the home. I've had fun. But let's not let the Frosh Week Party overrun everything else. Who knows? If we let the Party continue on forever, what happens when lectures start?

Remember why you're here at University. And I'll give you a real big hint- it ain't for the cheap booze.