Hey !!! :-)So, you would think that being a fourth year would be somewhat glamorous... Or at least a big deal... or at the very least - "a thing"... well, it's not!
It sucks.
"My first day" was crap. In fact - "crap" would be an understatement. I started my day drinking coffee with an outsider, and when two of my friends arrived, the boy was accompanied with - oh sweet Lord- the snottiest, snobbiest, bitchy little rich girl of my year (-no exaggeration there, I'm actually dialing it down). As I tried to make polite conversation - after all, he's a friend, it's not my place, I realised that she too was trying hard for us girls to like her... Now don't go all "aawww" on me or sth, it didn't take more than an hour for her to get on our nerves. However, I should stay, I did my biting of tongue, I swallowed my urges to shove her on the only small patch of lawn that my school requires, and I bore with her.
Oh yes, I have grown..................
*-pause for moment of glory-*
-if however she speaks ill of any of my friends I'll whack her-
*-moment of glory ruined by pettiness-*
Anyhoo, while the first years "oooh" and "aaaah" about their great big lecture hall, us fourth years are actually cramming up in the smallest of all lecture halls, where in fact all the seats are on the same level, ground level that is, and we have to shift left to right in case one of us gets stuck behind the tall fat guy (-no exaggeration there either, it happened to me today)
(-and yes, I did in fact take advantage of it so that I would chit chat with my girlfriend... mwahaha... "yay" for tall fat guy....)
What is more, the exit of the hall leads to a small private corridor with a bench and a foggy old mirror (not the mirror of Erized, I must admit I did check, just a small one on the floor that makes our legs look fat and short), and the exit of the corridor leads to a small area of pavement and half a circle of a bench, a few trees and the small patch of uncared lawn. There we pitifully pace around like inmates, warily surveyed by the third years, whose bigger lecture hall has windows looking over our humble little yard.
Lovely.
Class starts at 8:30, and ends at 13:30. A series of professors may come in and out of our classroom -ahem- grand lecture hall and we have already found a new fave.
It feels a LOT like elementary school. We even do all the stupid little student things like clap when someone fixes the computer, and make fun of the nerd that asks all his personal medical problems instead of booking an appointment with the doctor in private. Only this time, we are all adults lectures about sex are much more fun than those of elementary school :-)
After the first week I've got used to the "inmate lifestyle" and it's much more fun than I thought...
Plus, we are all together in it, so nothing can be so bad when you are in good company....
Cheers ;-)
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But, too, you get to play with stuff that's more fun than just crayons . ..
Ahaha. Your med school sounds a heckuva lot more fun than mine. (And NO, it's NOT just because I have no friends okay. Someone actually talked to me yesterday, and it WASN'T the professor/janitor/cadaver. Hah.)
But I agree, almost anything can be made so much better if you have a great group of friends around to enjoy it with :)
Okay I have to know what sth means. I see it everywhere but I have no clue! is it stuff?!?
I'm sorry you had a bad first day! It'll have to get better! For one thing you fourth years know so much more and soon the first years will be so freaking jealous of your insane knowledge!!
Jess
the shrink: Good one... :-) We do actually play with chalk on the green board. A girl wrote the entire lyrics of "life for rent" by Dido at recess (we should call it that btw)
Angry Medic: Yes Angry, but did they actually exist outside of your brain? Like real people? Or was it the voices again?
Just kidding- are you spamming my blog now btw?! Angry is BACK :-)
Jess: sth is short for "SomeTHing", if that's what you asked :-)
Nah well it gets better day by day...
if med school was anything like school for me then I'd still have my thunderbirds lunchbox in one hand, book bag in the other, trousers tucked into my socks (dont ask) and holes in my trousers.
Thankfully I'm much more normal these days, and kids arent quite so cruel!
Hehe just the other day I saw all the first years starting and sitting outside. It was funny to see them. No more first days of school for me.
Haha, what a disappointment about the lecture theatre! I dislike theatres with all the seats on one level - why can't they all be tiered, damnit?
Well done on being a fourth year, though!
Harry: I have a transparent lunch-bag. Does this count?! And a bang-on-the-door pencil case.
msilf: oh yes, first years are really cute at the first two months, then they just get on your nerves.
calavers: Now I save my seat and I can give the "evil eye" to anyone sitting in it... mwahahaha
Guys....Don't any of your colleges have "Ragging"?
No, not in the literal sense, but normally in India, the first years are first "treated" by the seniors(2 and 3 yr students...4 yrs are too busy with their projects). Every fresher(that's what we call'em) will fear the first day of their college. If he/she is, by any chance, caught by the seniors in the beginning month or so, they will be dealt with immediately.
'Smooth' Ragging includes some of this stuff:
1. Every fresher is first sworn in to this pledge in a public place(every college has its own pledge)..."I XXX, of this Fxxxking college, will respect all the seniors and call them sir/madam, and I will consider all the girls in my section as my SISTERS and help any senior hook up with my SISTERs......" and such small humiliations. All the people listen to this pledge will be rolling around on the ground laughing......You must know its not that polite when I recite in my language.
2. The fresher is supposed to shout his biodata.....with "SO WHAT" added at the end of the sentence.
Example: My name is XXX,so what. I am from XXX, so what. (Not the exact translation but it sounds very funny in my language)
3. The new guy is supposed to go to a senior girl and say "I LOVE YOU" or "I LOVE YOUR DRESS"....and face the consequences.
4. The fresher is made to stick the posters of movie stars and heroines on the back of the college buses.
5. Playing Soccer or Cricket without the balls or bats. Imagine what the other people will think when a young boy is running on the street with his hand and legs flaying this side and that shouting "GOAL...GOAL..." or "WICKET...BOWLED".
Of course the fresher may not do these things but at one time or the other he WILL need help from his seniors. So he HAS to.
Ragging continues till the Freshers Party- A party hosted by the seniors at the end of the first year.
Ragging is one of those things that we remember as 'good times' or 'god what times'.
Sorry for the long comment but I couldn't help myself.
Ashok Felix: IF ONLY. I have a few freshers in mind and they could really use some of that treatment... :)
Oh, anyway, it does sound a taat barbaric though, ain't it?!
It sure sounds rude at first sight, but its very very funny to be in the scene. It is a form of interaction b/n the seniors and juniors. Everything is forgotten after the freshers party(they actually become friends), and a new cycle of fresher treatment begins. Its like a cycle.
If you call these things 'barbaric'. My god...I can't imagine what you would call the 'actual' thing. There will be some senseless guys/girls who cross the normal limit of ragging that leads to suicides. It has reduced now-a-days as the Govt. is taking severe actions against ragging.
Anyways, I escaped all this sxxt as I have an elder bro in the same college.
There has to be something to remember by in the college.
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