O-week 2012 is finally upon us - nearly finished, actually - and a few weeks ago I would've been full of "Yeah bitches, let's get UP IN THA HOUSE!" (OK maybe not. More like "Party whooooooooooo!") But I've since learned that perhaps o-week is best left to the first years.
Maybe I'm getting old but I'm finding it harder and harder to party all night and sleep all day. Especially as a member of house comm. We have SO MUCH sh*t to do; we have endless meetings and arrangements to make and such stuff. As head student I also seem to have craploads of administrative stuff to get done, mostly involving timetables. First year duty timetable, house comm duty timetable (which I still haven't done), daily event planner timetable...it's never-ending. On top of that we have to get up 15 or so minutes earlier than the first years so that we can wake them up for serenades AND we have to attend their workshops and performances in the evenings AND still seem bright and cheery and approachable. God. I don't know how I managed it last year. All I want to do these days is bury my head in a pillow and sleep forever.
On top of everything else, of course, we're 'expected' to mare wildly. Seriously? I wake up at 05:15, have serenades, maybe catch a few hours of sleep, help arrange the lunchtime seating plans, have a meeting with hall comm, go to the Amazing Other Show, take part in RU Jamming (the serenade competition) and then people wonder why I'm not all that keen to hit Friars and drink until 3am. BECAUSE I HAVE TO GET UP AT 5AM AND DO IT ALL AGAIN. Not that that stopped me :P I think I got to bed at about 03:45 this morning, woke up at about 05:00 and then ended up being late for serenades because the gate of the digs I was staying at refused to open. I will admit that I'm now regretting last night's late antics; I need sleep! And I couldn't believe it when one of our Energizer-bunny first years was bouncing up and down at serenades this morning, despite having had less sleep than I have. Wtf?? I'm 19! I shouldn't be this tired after a couple of late nights out!
It's becoming a real concern. Every now and then I catch myself thinking How nice would it be to spend this evening drinking tea and watching series? And then maybe I'll crash at 10. Who needs Friars? I am losing my party-spark! I'm becoming one of those terrible people who never wants to leave her bed, much less her room! I'm becoming a friggin' ballie! I'm no longer an Energizer-bunny first year!
I think I need an intervention. Volunteers?
PS: on a totally unrelated note, I had chocolate-cookie yoghurt for breakfast. HOW AWESOME?? Om nom nom.
