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Diary of a first year

Posted on February 27, 2010 by Editor

In this new section of our website, we get exclusive notes from various first years on their trials and tribulations that come with their first year at Rhodes. Please note, this is the only blog section that we try to keep raw and unedited for maximum effect.

In this edition, Fabiana Giorgi, a BJOURN kid that calls Zambia home, reveals her blog entry before, during and after O-week…

The windy road, the wind blowing in my hair, the sound of Jack Johnson music in the background all taking over as  I approached Rhodes with this fairly ‘laid back’ attitude, clearly unaware of the mayhem and chaos that would soon become known to me as O-week.

Upon arrival my trusty companion and I were directed to Eden Grove for registration. Never mind that the lines were three hours long, we were soon to be official “Rhodents”. Three hours and a student card picture fit for a prison record later i was ready to start my new life at Rhodes.

Besides the introductory lectures, the “how do i use the library” courses and the “what does Sharc stand for?” campaigns, what really intrigued me was the nightlife found on campus. From the handy little glasses from The Union to the stairs at Friars that most first years seemed to fall up, let alone down, my O-week seems to be one big blur.

Although I must say the one thing I remember about O-week was “seal clubbing” and the various forms of warning against it. Take my friend for example. While dancing in Friars I dropped my student card on the floor. Some poor fourth year happened to pick it up and hand it back to me. Before I even had a chance to say thank you my arm was nearly yanked out my socket and I was dragged away with my friends screeching voice saying “HE’S TRYING TO SEAL CLUB YOU!” as the music cut. Needless to say the guy was not impressed.

Along with all the unidentified drinking injuries and debaucherous behaviour displayed during O-week, I feel like I am now well equipped to take on any kind of “party”, for example the “Field party” but that’s a different story all together. For now I am enjoying the quietness of my res as well as the company of my kettle in the hope that I may one day recover from the Rhodes O-week of 2010.