Saturday, August 12, 2006
there was a time in July when i bravely signed up on a camp by myself. Lone warrier. CNMphasis 06. Along the way, there were strong personal urges to run away from Chevrons and return to the secure haven of home, but i can't just pretend that university isn't going to happen. Plus, 10 odd people in one Orientation Group was going to make the task of escaping unnoticed rather difficult.
By the end of three days, i felt much better. Waking up beside former strangers, now mates, in our decent Chevrons house was something i got used to easily. The cheers or games didnt do anything to bond us. I think. Rather, just being in such close contact for these three days, allowed a sense of belonging to take root and bloom in our hearts. It was exclusive, these feelings. Only for Noodlez.
Human beings are pretty fickle, relationships with peers bloom and wilt in short amounts of time, via meaningless activities like cheering for your Orientation group, tending to the same charred chicken wing. Start of semester, everyone's pretending to be best friends. But let's not put on facades. Let's get real.
By the end of three days, i felt much better. Waking up beside former strangers, now mates, in our decent Chevrons house was something i got used to easily. The cheers or games didnt do anything to bond us. I think. Rather, just being in such close contact for these three days, allowed a sense of belonging to take root and bloom in our hearts. It was exclusive, these feelings. Only for Noodlez.
Human beings are pretty fickle, relationships with peers bloom and wilt in short amounts of time, via meaningless activities like cheering for your Orientation group, tending to the same charred chicken wing. Start of semester, everyone's pretending to be best friends. But let's not put on facades. Let's get real.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 1:30 PM.
