Western University’s orientation week just came to an end last week. First years are being thrown into the reality of university life as their hopes for a year long o-week are destroyed. Let’s take some time to reminisce the long party nights and social mornings. After all, no one ever said, “what happens in frosh week stays in frosh week!”
Deception
“I remember my o-week as if it were yesterday. I went to my first rave and I did do some firsts, that’s for sure. Bodies were all squished beside each other as we all jumped and danced to blazing EDM music. I devised a plan with a soph I knew:
1. Get the group of friends I just made to lift me up into the crowd of hundreds of drunk students
2. Get the soph to catch me on my way down, acting as if the soph had told me to get down
So I thought once was enough, however, the thrill of being maneuvered carelessly above hundreds of students was surprisingly reassuring and wild all at the same time, so I crowd surfed twice.”
-Nadine
“In my first year, I spoke in a British accent to seem cool and different for the first three days and even fooled a girl from England.”
-Anonymous
Touch Down
“My friend made out with someone at the rave last year and she couldn’t remember ANYTHING about him… not his name, nor what he looks like; all she remembers is he’s a football player.”
-Lauren
Taking Frosh Week to the Block
“Friday night was coming up and my friend really wanted me to come with him to Block Party rather than attend the o-week events. Being a naturally adventurous person, I agreed to come with him to my first rave ever. Things were going swell; the concert was great and I felt on top of the world. Come 11pm, the concert had finished and I began to stumble around trying to find my friends. My phone was dead, and the venue seemed empty, so I just followed the large crowd of people that were walking in the direction of downtown. As I passed Dundas/Richmond frantically looking around for my friends, some sketchy-looking individuals in their mid 20s made a remark about something I was wearing. Being as intoxicated as I was, I stumbled over and struck up a conversation. Despite their initial nasty remarks, they were actually pretty nice guys. We got talking about fitness, and the next thing I knew, the smallest of the three offered me $100 if I could lay on the ground and bench press his body weight. Naturally, I was exhausted from raving all night and would have much rather declined, but the crowd around me heard what he had said and began cheering me on. On my second attempt, I managed to bang out a successful few reps and he reached into his wallet and handed me a $100 bill. Things would have been great if they ended there, but as we were all laughing, I jokingly commented, “well now I guess I’ve got to buy you all drinks.” Thrilled at the idea, they ushered me down the street with them, completely disregarding my concerns about being grossly underage. After many drinks and many games of pool, I had actually come to know each of them fairly well. Our topics of conversation ranged from girls to bar tips to all sorts of illegal drugs. It was actually quite informative. Despite being some shady characters, they respected the fact that I was a “good kid” and wanted to do things the right way in life. The night progressed and the belligerence was ripe as we finished our last drinks and exited our way onto the streets of downtown, where most people were just trying to find a ride home. It seemed that my freshly hydrated (and rather large) companions were not done having their fun however, and proceeded to toss out insults to all the unfortunate souls that happened to be within our vicinity. I thought it was all fun and games until two stout looking men actually said something back. The next thing I knew, arms were flailing, bodies were being lifted and dropped, and an all out brawl ensued in front of me as I looked on in horror. Before I knew it, a man was lying unconscious on the ground as his friend stumbled over to him, sirens were blaring from various directions, and my shirt was being tugged as my “companions” urged me to start running. We ran over fences, under gates, through alleyways, until we reached a secluded neighbourhood on the other side of downtown where all three of them began laughing hysterically and slapping each other on the back. I stood there motionless and in shock as disbelief coursed through my body. One of them came up to me and said, “you know, you’re an okay guy Benchpress.” They called me a cab home and went happily on their way, never to be seen or heard from again.”
-Anonymous
The princess and the frog
“I hooked up with a guy the first night I met him during frosh week (at Frog) thinking he would be my first “empowering” one night stand… we ended up dating for about a year.”
-Kellie
Careless Camille
“I went to my first EVER university residence party in PJ bottoms, a sports bra, a Western baseball cap, and a toilet mug with Smirnoff ice in it.”
-Camille
S.O.S.
“I sprained my ankle on the first day of o-week from a sober dancing mishap on concrete beach (NO ONE BELIEVES ME BUT I WAS SOBER), and was known as “the girl on crutches” for the rest of the month.”
-Alero
BYOB
Western’s o-week is as dry as London, England
“Craziest thing I did during o week: multiple bottles of tequila.”
-Ariel
“I accidentally drank too much and passed out in my residence stairwell… not my best moment I assure you.”
-Giu
“I snuck into the football field at 4am and got drunk with my friend without knowing her name until 7 hours into hanging out.”
-Anonymous
“The weirdest thing I remember doing during frosh week was crouching in a bush next to Weldon and chugging vodka.”
-Brie
Cloud nine
“I guess the craziest thing I did during frosh week was smoke a joint with my RA”
-Anonymous