By: Preety Kaur- The Brock Press
September 1st, 2013 marks a great day in history. Not only is it the start of the new month, but also the start of my new life. As cliché as that sounds, my move to Brock embarked the journey of my university experience.
Being someone who has never lived away from Mom and Dad, you can only imagine how nervous I was. However, knowing that I would be sharing a house with two good friends balanced out the butterflies. After my parents dropped me off and the reality finally sunk in that I could do whatever I wanted, I knew this was going to be a really awesome week.
My roommates and I started off our Sunday night with the Tower Party, all thanks to BUSU. At the end of the night, it can be said that I got real close and personal with a lot of Badgers…and their sweat. All in all, it was a great kickoff to the week and it allowed me to get more comfortable with being here.
Monday was recovery day. I suppose my still currently developing teenage body could not handle the immense amount of fun. After my day of hibernation, it was decided that I needed to make new friends and hiding in my room would not help me with that.
Therefore, Tuesday night my roommates and I decided to tackle the long trek from Quarry View to Village in order to find some friends. In the process I think I may have lost a couple of pounds. However, the night went well as I was successful in obtaining a few new contacts…for educational purposes only, of course.
Even if I was happy at the moment, the dreaded 8:00 a.m. chemistry lecture still loomed at the back of my mind. Not to mention that I had a statistics and biology lecture following consecutively. Just as I had imagined, sitting in a lecture hall for 3 straight hours was not so fun. On the other hand, having my first university lecture was monumental, so much so, that it was socially recorded on the twitter feeds.
At least afterwards a quick drop by at the vendor fair perked up my mood, because what university student doesn’t like free stuff? And not to mention the Tommy Trash concert was being held later that night.
The concert happened to be one of my most favourite events held during O-Week. Being lost in a crowd with people who enjoy the music as much as you do is one of the greatest experiences a person can have. It gives a sense of harmony and belonging, which for a first year student is one of the best things in the world.
Thursday and Friday I resumed with my classes and had now built up a routine. At the end of the week, Brock was starting to feel a lot like home. QV09 was not just a residence at Brock anymore, but the place where I went after extensive lectures or long nights of fun. Even though, my family was long ways away in Brampton, I was now content with this temporary home.