Ragging and so on...
College life just hit me like a blast of cold water. I love it!
The second year's rounded us up after the inaugral function, on Saturday, for the inevitable ragging. Pretty decent ragging, though; mostly just a little public embarasment. After volunteering to introduce myself first, I happily realized that they were just getting into the spirit of the whole thing
and that they had forgotten about me, so I happily watched the
tamasha from the edge. It
is funnier when it happens to other people.
Our only order for today was a dress code: pink-green for girls and white shirt, black pants, black tie for guys; oh and a wierd salute where the guys would have to hold their crotch and declare "This is my gun, This is my fun..."
- My class has no desks.
- We have no text books.
- I like the canteen.
- I struck it off with two very interesting guys.
- After a double-class of Media Theory, one free hour and lunch break, all classes were declared off.
- Just missed getting ragged by the third-year's.
- I took off to a movie-hall, came back because the movie wasn't on, listened to songs in PlanetM, pretended to be prospective employees at Pizza Hut, spent another hour in college before I headed back home.
- I've had so many interesting conversations in the day that my brain's having problems sorting it all out.
I feel like I'm in a MacDonald ad saying "I'm loving it!" And I am, I am, I am!