Re: “Frosh week can be the start of something amazing” Sept. 4-10
“We are all best friends!” is one of the many chants you may have heard being screamed during the joke known as a frosh week.
Like most first-year students, I was excited when I found out I had been accepted to Carleton. University was going to be the start of something new, a chance to excel and propel into an environment of advanced learning. Instead I arrived to find the exact opposite.
Orientation Week is supposed to be dedicated to immersing university’s fresh batch of fodder into Carleton’s culture. It’s a week filled with games and activities which wildly resemble a disorganized summer camp.
Frosh week provided me with a constant headache and the never ending thought of “What have I gotten myself into?”
As such, one must imagine the surprise I faced when I opened the Charlatan to find an opinion piece labelled “Frosh week can be the start of something amazing.” The author of this piece obviously did not attend the same event I had found myself trapped at.
From the repugnant stench of sweat that attacked my nostrils during the frosh concert, to the annoying “up in your face” attitude of the facilitators, I was far stretched to see how frosh was the start of something “amazing.” Instead, what I did see was a bunch of young adults running rampant at the first sight of uncontrolled and unsupervised freedom.
Now into our second week of university life I can say with great dissatisfaction that frosh week failed to help me settle down into true university life, which includes countless readings, many sleepless nights, and the cold reality that university isn’t to be taken lightly.
If frosh week is the embodiment of what Carleton has to offer, then maybe I picked the wrong school.
