If they thought that hell week was bad for rugby, they thought wrong.
The first week of a first year's life-frosh week-has been torn apart at my university, and converted into some retarded charade of school where there are "leaders" (Like when you were a kid in camp whose leaders kept close tabs on you) and there are scheduled events, like mock lectures and discussions which are not even interesting.
No longer are there parties like mad, and awesome clubs to join; instead, we are wandering around and still trying to get unpacked. It's been three days. you'd think it would be done. But, no.
I mean, I also have rugby, so my nights are shot, too. Not that I'm complaining. At least we're respected in rugby. At the school, we're like four-year-olds.
I hope it ends soon.
And I need sleep like mad, because they think it's funny to wake us up early when we had a late night.
Some of us do things with out time: Rugby practice until 10:30, icing injuries for an hour after that... etc...
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