Tomorrow is orientation at Wurster Hall. In my two year history at UCB, I have been to one previous orientation (Fall '04). Last year I skipped it because I didn't really care about meeting the new first years in our program.
But now the tables are turned a bit. Because I am entering a new program, I am again a pathetic "first year". Lucky for me I won't be confused about how to do things, but unfortunately that doesn't get me out of attending the mandatory orientation. I don't really feel "un"oriented per se - I know the faculty, the gist of the curriculum, I know how to use the library, I even have the computer lab manager's phone number programmed into my cell already, etc. - but despite that I will be forced to become more oriented. Is it even possible?
Peer pressure and the risk of not making those critical connections with my future 14 or 15 classmates is the main reason I am going. And the class photo. We can't forget the class photo. Next year I will probably find myself going again, to help out or something. It's the same over and over. Now I know why the faculty all grimmace a bit about these functions. It really takes an immense amount of time and creativity to make these events seem at all different from the previous year's. Alas.
That said, things will become a tad more exciting on Saturday. A plan has been hatched to reunite a core group of city planning compatriots. Of all places in the Bay Area (out of our FREE choice) we have decided that THIS is where we shall descend. We are even organizing some slapdash hotel reservations so none of us have to drive home. So far, we have Mike, Julie, Tom, Eliza, Katherine, and Maureen enlisted to go. I hope more people jump on the party train.
I talked to Mr. Gougherty today and he confirmed that, yes, he will be riding the bull on Saturday evening.
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