Hey there freshies and seniors!
As you probably know by now there’re two of us managing the publicity and publication for the committee, and you’ve probably heard enough about how awesome the camp is going to be from Yamuna, also known as the first Pea. Yours truly, Natalie, is the second Pee, otherwise known as the more obnoxious one of the two. Ask the committee and you will know that any last minute requests and not-exactly-intelligent-questions automatically reach Yamuna first because everyone prefers to steer clear of the (insert description here which is unsuitable for public platforms). And if you don’t already know, most of the posts and publicity material which contain words more than 4 syllables long are usually from me.
I’m not here to ride on the wave of propaganda that Pea has been feeding you (Sorry Yam), and as much as I would like to say otherwise, I’m one of those deserters who left camp and never came back after the first day because the inner spoilt brat under the sporty tan screams “OMG OMG OMG MUD DIRT AND I NEED TO GET WET AND ALL THESE GUYS ARE NOT EVEN GOOD LOOKING I SHALL BOLT!” I will also not promise you that you’re going to find love, or true friends that are gonna stick by you for a good many years to come. Coming to camp also does not automatically make you one of the cool crowd in Hall.
But what I can tell you is that living among strangers and new friends is a new experience for most of you, and what you take out of it is basically what you make of it. You may find a family of your own amongst neighbors, or you might get neighbors from hell who steal your laundry and shoes. I didn’t find love in Hall, but my roomie, a very dear and sweet girl, did, like many others who have found their other halves in Hall five. I did find some great friends though, though we’re not part of the “cools’ who hit the clubs on a regular basis and whom everyone knows by name in Hall. You don’t actually have to go through mud, dirt and grime that they pelt at you in camp to actually bond with these strangers. I’ve found that making small talk, or joining a few committees (like HAVOC) usually do the trick pretty well. That being said, however, “THAT STUPID THING YOU DID DURING NIGHT HIKE!!!” usually makes for an excellent ice-breaker when trying to make conversation with seniors.
So what now, to come or not to come? If I were a freshie who’d already gone through some of the horrors in faculty camp, I’d say no. But as a senior and with the wisdom of hindsight, I’d say I’d do it again, except this time I wouldn’t be so quick to bolt, because I would have actually liked to experience some of the healthy, clean events held in good fun that I heard so much about from those who actually stuck it through all five days. As a committee member, I would say, please do come, because I’ve seen the dedication and hard work that your programmers, business managers, welfare, logistics and tops have put into the planning and execution of these activities, and as P&P Yam and I can certainly say that we’ve worked our asses off to prettify (ENGLISH PHAIL) our promotional and publicity materials.
So why not, take a chance on us?
HAVOC 