This is the time of the year again, for entry into all the local Universities.
This, of course, will start with the orientation week.
Orientation, you call it? There are many names you can call it, but orientation it is not.
I still remember my days during my Orientation week. I came from Ipoh, by bus. Naturally, I travel light. I don’t think I would want to travel bringing pillows and pails along.
Thus when I heard there is an orientation week, I was overjoyed. In my mind, I imagined loads of people will be eager to show me around, tell me where is the nearest makan place, where to buy all my groceries cheap, what will be the best bus route to town.
How wrong I was proven!
By the time you check into the hostel, most likely all the items within the in-house groceries shop had been taken. You have no choice but to buy it outside.
So how are you going to go out? You have your own transport, no? Then you are out of luck.
Were the seniors ready to help you? Help you get settle down? You better save your breath. Yes, they have everything nicely planned out, but getting you settle down will not be on their list. They only arrange mindless games for you. Of course, there will be many kind seniors around. (sorry to say) You have to be real lucky to stumble upon them. But why didn’t the programme arrange in such a way that has ‘real orientation’ in mind, rather than ‘mindlessly moving the crowd along’?
Everyday starts with jogging, then some mindless talk in the main hall. What has it got to do with orientation? You can’t get orientated without jogging? Hello, are we attending NS?
Truth to be told, orientation week for local university, only leave a bad taste in my mouth.
How I wished we could have Kok to arrange some of the activities. It could have been so much more fun