Starting off the School Year

When entering St. Francis on Terrier Tuesday, it is quite possibly one of the most painful experiences for a freshman. I think back on it now & it reminds me of a scene from the good ol' days of immigration. You basically get off of the boat [which, in this case since it's a commuter college, your train] & get shuffled into a very compact area which smells because some children still do not believe in the wonderful creation of soap & deodorant. We are jammed together, all strangers to this new world, trying to start off fresh. We try our hardest to get our paperwork to be a real citizen [in this instance would be that wonderous ID card we all look like crap in] so we can all possibly leave & begin our life anew. Alas, that is not how it happens. We have to hear trivial things & participate in minute activities before they give us what we need. Then lastly the figure head gives us what should be a motivational speech, but ends up basically being the mantra "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me" which all translates to "WELCOME TO ST. FRANCIS COLLEGE, CLASS OF *insert year of -hopeful- graduation*"

Being an upper classman now, I kinda like the cheesy ceramony. It is a day to come together with your friends & get to meet kids you will probably hang out with in the future. Being part of the fraternity, it's our time to recruit & just have a ball. Since being in, I look forward to it more than ever. Hell. I have more enthusiasm than the freshman. I guess that isnt saying much, but I like to think it does. After surviving this one, I can say to date that this was probably the most fun I had at this school outside of last year's Arabian Night's party when there was that crazy fight. I can only hope that many more ahead will be like this year.