growth

TaiChung, winter 2014.

Orientation for the February intake of 2015 just ended, last night. Or should I say 3am this morning?

I'm not a person of noisy parties, or crowded rooms, and orientation was all that. It was 300 over juniors (strangers) crammed in a lecture hall every evening, cheering and screaming their lungs out as people performed the most random tasks and skits on stage, and running around playing games that had no solid aim or whatsoever. So I'm quite surprised, for when I said that I enjoyed it, I wasn't lying. I liked it this time round more that I liked my own orientation. Yes, the plannings and logistics were very flawed, yes we fought (almost) and argued, but I like how it gave me a change to know people who I already know all over again, and also introduced strangers that I will regret not knowing.

These two weeks felt like a vacation. A working vacation maybe. I had my responsibilities, things I had to do, people I had to look after, but it was carefree. My time spent didn't have to be productive, or constructive. I didn't have lectures to attend or read. Packing food for 20 people was a headache but I had more fun than anything else when the 2 or 3 of us walked around the food truck, mixing and matching different combinations of dishes, and saying, "Whoever that manages to take this pack is so lucky". It was all these little things.

"On the first day, they were like babies. And it's like we've been watching them grow."