Frosh
      Week
     
    
   
   
    
     
      To
      many
      frosh
      people
      at
      UPEI
      this
      year,
      their
      first
     
     
      university
      experience
      (a.k.a.
      ordeal)
      was
      waiting
      in
     
     
      long
      lines
      at
      the
      beginning
      of
      Frosh
      Week.
      Oddly
     
     
      enough,
      this
      was
      perceived
      as
      a
      good
      thing(!)
      by
      the
     
     
      organizers.
      Were
      they
      getting
      us
      into
      practice
      for
     
     
      Registration
      Day?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      As
      we
      were
      separated
      into
      colour
      groups,
      we
      got
     
     
      down
      to
      the
      business
      of
      harassing
      each
      other.
     
     
      Sometimes,
      however,
      it
      was
      difficult
      to
      find
      the
     
     
      enemy
      because
      so
      many
      of
      the
      different
      colours
      were
     
     
      the
      same
      colour.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      ‘Let’s
      pretend
      we’re
      six’
      games
      were
      liberally
     
     
      spiced
      with
      rushing
      the
      group
      to
      the
      right
      of
      you
      and
     
     
      hurling
      insults
      to
      the
      left.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      What
      was
      the
      goal
      of
      this
      week?
      ‘‘To
      orientate
      frosh
     
     
      to
      UPEI
      bu
      introducing
      you
      to
      its
      people,
      its
      services
     
     
      and
      life
      here
      in
      general?’’
      I
      don’t
      think
      so,
      unless
      its
     
     
      people
      are
      in
      kindergarten,
      its
      servicees
      include
      riot
     
     
      control
      and
      life
      resembles
      war.
      It
      was
      more
      like
     
     
      *“*Come
      make
      30
      friends,
      and
      300
      enemies’
      ’.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Gumbota
      means
      ‘meeting
      place’
      in
      an
      aboriginal
     
     
      language.
      Perhaps
      they
      meant
      ‘foolish
      place’.
      This
     
     
      was
      an
      afternoon
      of
      committee
      members
      making
      fools
     
     
      of
      themselves,
      colour
      groups
      hurling
      insults
      under
     
     
      the
      guise
      of
      skits
      and
      tossing
      of
      Caesar
      Salad.
      What
     
     
      did
      I
      say
      about
      30
      friends....?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Fun
      was
      had
      at
      the
      nightly
      dances
      where
      the
      music
     
     
      was
      loud,
      the
      drinks
      safe
      (condom
      filled),
      and
      the
     
     
      upperclassmen
      hyper.
      The
      Frosh
      who
      were
      there
      had
     
     
      fun,
      whether
      or
      not
      they
      were
      harassed
      into
      going.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      There
      was
      a
      good
      cause
      in
      amongst
      the
      bizarreness.
     
     
      Cystic
      Fibrosis.
      In
      the
      fight
      against
      CF,
      the
      colours
     
     
      united,
      just
      like
      Bennetton,
      and
      fought
      the
      ugly
     
     
      monster.
      We
      fought
      the
      good
      fight,
      against
      CF
      and
     
     
      each
      other,
      but
      neither
      has
      won
      yet.
      I
      can
      just
      see
      us
     
     
      at
      Graduation,
      plotting
      against
      the
      Orange
      team.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      To
      all
      the
      heartbroken
      frosh
      who
      missed
      the
      week,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      don’t
      fear,
      Flash
      is
      here.
      Next
      year,
      you
      can
      be
      one
     
     
      of
      the
      hyper-kinetic,
      loud,
      somewnat
      violent,
      much
     
     
      foolish
      upperclassrmen
      who
      made
      the
      week
      so
      bizarre
     
     
      for
      the
      Frosh.
      See
      ya
      next
      year.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      By
      Colleen
      Easter,
      A
      Frosh
      who
      had
      fun
      Frosh
      Week
     
     
      but
      just
      won’t
      admit
      it.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      UPEI
      X-Press
     
    
   
   
    
     
      September
      19,
      1991