I am a Marchie.
Orientation was two days long, starting Monday, 24th March. We were asked to wear formal clothes (clothes you'd wear to work), and I actually had to buy a skirt and a couple of button-down shirts because I had none. The ultimate reason is because formal clothing usually require ironing, and my lazy bottom did not fancy doing that. But what choice did I have?
On the morning of the first day of Orientation, I was heavy-eyed (due to being used to waking up at 11am for the past three months) and extremely nervous. It was still dark out as I put on my (cough) ironed clothes and got ready for... College.
I'm not sure if every new student feels like this (or if I'm actually just a legitimate nerd), but I was insanely excited for college. Not being able to meet people my age every day and having to work (if you could call what I did "work") was driving me crazy (not to mention bored) and signing up for college was the best decision I have ever made this year.
Dad drove me to MCKL, where I registered and got all the paperwork done. We Marchies were shown to the auditorium where we were briefed on the general rules of the college and the subjects of the A-Level programme.
And we were made to sing the MCKL song thrice. Who knew colleges had anthems? (It sounds suspiciously like the Sri Sempurna song, by the way.)
The two days of Orientation passed in a blur of long briefings and awkward breaks. Being new (and a little shy), I made no new friends on the first day, but thank God for Alex who had lunch with me and took away any chance of my looking like a loner. On the second day however, I made friends with Elvin and Lavinia who were both in my group for Treasure Hunt, which was held at the end of Orientation.
The third to fifth day was ruled by the Student Council of MCKL. They made us wear school uniforms on the third day, capes on the next day and towels (on the head for girls and around the waist for boys) on the following day. A council member drew a Hitler-inspired moustache on my face for not wearing a cape around. No one was wearing a cape around.
Anyway, we got our Pre-U stamps for our courage to allow ourselves to be humiliated (i.e. Wearing capes and towels), so it wasn't all that bad.
Everyone in the college is basically nice and friendly; I haven't met any snobs so far. I made more friends over the next few days, and spent most of the time with Dhakshyane, whom I call Shyane (pronounced "Shiny"). She's hilarious and really fun to be with and YES SHYANE YOU ARE BEING FEATURED IN MY BLOG. BE HONOURED.
Being in college makes me feel very young, a little inferior, yet sort of proud that I made it this far. I'm just glad I'm tall enough to pass off as an eighteen-year-old :B
The lecturers are not as scary and distant as I thought they would be. The workload is manageable (so far), although our maths lecturer is slowly killing us with two chapters in just two lessons. Seven exercises for homework in a day, no big deal! (inwardly crying)
Oh! And college has put me in a position I have never been in before: taking public transport. I take the LRT to and from college, and Friday was the first time I have ever taken it alone. Of all days, the train had to get stuck two stations before mine, and, to cut the long story short, I got home an hour later than I was supposed to.
ADVENTURE!
So yes, first week of college has been nerve-wracking at first, awkward along the way, and fun in the end. Can't wait for Orientation Camp this coming Friday!
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