Here at King’s College London the first week of orientation for freshmen is called Freshers Week. A term, I have discovered, which is generally the acceptable method of describing freshmen, however awkward it sounds rolling off my tongue. So far, they’ve thrown parties, had a comedy night, and thrown more parties. Not bad work if you can get it. Enrollment and registration for the entire university is about a weeklong process. I don’t register until Friday, so I am left to my own devices until then. That said, the activites of Freshers Week take on a new appeal. It is slightly intimidating to go through the whole process of being a freshman again – meeting new people, making friends, the whole bit. I am lucky enough to have a very solid group of friends back at IUP who are all very familiar with my little quirks and oddities, and love me in spite of (or perhaps because of) them.
My flatmates all seem very nice so far. Francesca, Laura, and Mathew are all freshmen, while Mae, a Parisian, is an exchange student like me. She is in her fourth year of college, which for her is her first year of graduate school. She is studying theater and English literature, and has an 80 page dissertation due by the end of the year. (eek!) Perhaps I can get her to help me with my French…
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