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Today is the 2nd last day of O-Week and I'm exhausted. My entire body is aching, I sound like a smoker and possibly need to have my stomach pumped. Despite feeling wrecked, there is a positive vibe running through my veins. Right now I am sitting in my room, eating noodles and stealing the Uni Wifi. We have to pay for Internet if we want it in our rooms but my room is just inside the Wifi coverage. Awesome.

Mum and I left on Friday after frantically trying to get all my bags into the back of the car. It was like an obscene game of tetris. I almost cried saying goodbye to my dogs. They are getting old. I'm scared it was the last time I got to pet them. Dad didn't come to Sydney but he will be coming next weekend. I miss dad. I remember not being able to sleep that night because my stomach was churning and I couldn't stop my legs jittering.

We are known as "The Freshers" and O-Week theme is PrisonBreak, which entails us wearing hideous orange shirts, a piece of soap on a roap, a nametag and a piece of fabric with our prison number on it. If we forget to wear something, punishment is given. Usually its permanant marker to the face but if we forget our shirt, we get painted orange, needless to say no one has forgotten their shirt. Once our parents left us, the fun began. We played all kinds of ice-breaker games and the competition got fierce. We had a massive pass the parcle and if you got to unwrap the layer, you were deemed with something humiliating eg, wear a spiderman costume everyday, or wear fairy wings, a tiara and carry a fluffy pink wand with you at all times. We also learnt our "Fresher Dance" and it must be performed whenever we hear the according song, regardless of place and time. The boys also learnt about setting the eagle free. Baisically, whenever "Eagle Rock" plays, they have to drop their pants, form a circle and sing at the top of their lungs. It was excellent. A group of guys who have never met before, linking arms, pants around their ankles, rocking out. That night we went to UniBar and got loose. $3 beers. Good night.

I missed the Sunday fun. I went to Soundwave instead. Caught the bus into town, and avoided the gazes of people on the train. Forgot my sunscreen and a loverly young man with a beard offered my some. Lifesaver. Soundwave was epic. Nothing makes me happier than being front and centre for a favourite band, sweating it out and singing until your throat burns. At times like that, nothing really matters.

Monday was the tri-cup challenge. Tug of war and a pants down around your ankles relay. We blitzed it. We all have a lame sense of college pride, but it's nice. We then had the prisonbreak challenge. We were split up into teams and it was a timed obstacle course throughout the whole collage. At one point we all had to reach into a bin filled with green slime that smelt like vomit to find a coin in order to proceed to the next point. Once we all finished we had buckets of water dumped over us. Felt nice until we were informed that two teams were tied for last place, so a battle of scissors paper rock was in order. As team leader I had to do battle and I lost. My whole team was then antiqued. Shitloads of flower was dumped on us. I caught a handfull and threw it back at one of the leaders. Bad idea... It took me 8 showers to get clean. Guess it was better than getting covered in green vomit slime. Next was a seminar with Brett Saunders. It was really informative and he made us aware of date rape siutations and the mentality of sex offenders. We were split up into gendered groups and by the time Brett was done speaking to the boys, none of them wanted to look at us girls incase we screamed rape. We then had a Bushdance in the dining hall and we proudly donned ourselves in our finest flannel. Hot and tired, we all then headed down to the Rege, our claimed Uni Bar where we were greeted by a mechanical bull and cheap jagerbombs. I was in paradise. After scoring myself a Jager keyring, bandana and countless guitar picks, I showed the boys how the bullriding was done. Some drunken dickheads kept chanting "tits out for the boys". They only earned themselves a royal middle finger :) Drinks were consumed around the pool table and we watched some seedy old man get pool sharked.

Tuesday. I felt like a zombie. Got my Uni ID card and learnt some trivia. Apparently one year the grad students managed to lead a cow to the top of the bell tower. Cows cant walk down stairs. No one could exactly remember how they got the poor thing down. We were suppose to go ten pin bowling that arvo and then out to the Gaff that night, but I went to my room and didn't wake up til the next morning. Wednesday = Pub Crawl. Fuck. Our voices were fucked but that didn't deter us.
A few rules did apply. If someone dropped a 5c into our drinks we were forced into "Lockdown" aka, skull. I got done at the first pub. We had to chain walk across the roads and that proved annoying to Sydney commuters, especially when I rallied everyone into the biggest chain walk of all time across one of the biggest pedestrian crossings in Sydney. Gentlemen rules applied and as far as everyone knew, we were from Wesley college. Our leaders were sir and madam and permission was required to relieve oneself. We later found out that formal complaints were being made to Wesley as a result of our "behaviour". One of the boys was asking for donations to get "Baxter College 2010" tattooed on his ass. We all took pride and joy in slapping his freshly inked skin later that night. He might regret it, he might not, but he certainly deserved to wear the "dick of the day" the following morning. Thursday morning, I could not bring myself to crawl out of bed. I eventually made it after several attempts. I dragged my feet up to the dining hall, forced some food down and at a snails pace readied myself for our formal dinner dates that evening. We scrubbed up nicely and the boys did well, collecting the girls from their dorms, roses in one hand, chocolates in the other. Dinner was delish and the champers and red wine was gone in seconds. Prominading down to the busses we were headed to the harbour. Our ship, and free alcohol awaited. Sydney Harbour is beautiful at night. The lights made me smile and it was a beautiful evening. We made a toast under the bridge and danced the night away.

Today was eventfull. I couldn't drag myself out of bed in time for our sports day at the park, but was fighting fit for our scribbler party. We all wore white tshirts, got drunk and drew on each other in permenant marker. I had a leathal amount of vodka and I currently have a moustache and goatee.

Tomorrow is the talent quest, patriot test, baxter cup and prison break party to cap off o-week celebrations.

I really like it here.