FWOC Withdrawal Symptoms

I is sad.
I feels funny.

Today I woke up of 12 instead of 7.55am.
Because there were no funkee activities today.
Besides going out to Ginza for lunch and doing our much-delayed laundry.
So weird to be waking up to the hot afternoon sun, instead of sitting around forcing small talk with freshmen during lunch.

Having OG dinner later at the B-Block rooftop later, but that's not really the same as FWOC now, is it?

Anyhoos, the Labyrinth of Erundur, the maze-thingy I was ranting on and on about in my last post went off amazingly well. Everyone had fun and the 4 walls of the MPSH were almost bursting with energy and excitement radiated by the OGs when our princesses were shipped back. Muacks to Grace and Marcus for the 16 boxes of logistics and costumes, setting up and planning the 15 stations, simultaneously keeping close tabs on the seniors as station-masters and the freshmen and seniors playing and running around.

The rest of Fwoc was... Fwocish.
ahurhur.
The same station games, cheers, mingling around, answering questions, asking them etc. I know my OG freshmen on a deeper level now as compared to last year, when I was a FWOCer. Maybe as FWOCers, we had much more on our minds last year, having to juggle logistics, meetings, impressing the seniors, leading the freshmen etc.
Like Jason said, the emotional stress being a FWOCer is c-razy.

The hair's coming along fine, but it has the "tied-hair-kink" around the neck area, which iritates the sheboozers out of me.
Which has, for the past 10 years, I suppose.

Time for a brand new academic year.
Pumpkin and I got the 4 modules we bidded for, thank the Lord.
One more to bid for on Monday and we're good to go.
3 Finance cores, 1 Biz Comm and 1 Arts.
Mix in ten teaspoons of block activities and 7 tablespoons of hall activities, the sem ahead sounds pretty busy, but damn fun.