SA Open House

Yesterday was... (can't find a word for it so I shall try several) busy, fun, dull, exciting, monotonous, atrocious, demoralising and wild all rolled into one.

Busy: We had to carry instruments and the likes to the hall, and back again. Had to entertain+humour+coax people to join (and we got duped in the process too. By J2 councilors. The NERVE of them. Grr...) both at the booth and in the CO room. Then my good ol' brother came and I showed him and his friends around. And of course I got my shoe bag, by courtesy of my brother. Hahha.

Fun: Basically this constituted very little of my day. Aside from the fact that I derived some satisfaction from stomping on the B**d stickers, and crapping around with the rest, and voyeuring the campus to get a feel of THE open house mood, 'fun' wasn't really in my dictionary.

Dull/ monotonous: Zipping to and fro the hall and the CO room.

Exciting: My first SA open house, with me actually being a student here. I could still remember when I came last year; I was like a wide-eyed doe. Everything was new to me, and the place was bustling. To think that one year later I'd be part of preparing for the open house. Kinda unbelievable. And of course, to be able to 'strut your stuff' in front of the sec 4 kiddies in your SA shirt; with pride... (though I don't look exactly stunning in my baggy polo shirt =P ) Now that's cool. Haha.

Demoralising: the afore mentioned B**d. And D***e. The whole 'black banner affair', basically. Argh.

Wild: Need I say more? Alison rawked the whole house! The crowd was hollering away, including me. ;)

Atrocious: Now this really put me off. Was happily playing spectator during the mass dance when a plastic rose popped in front of me. No prizes for guessing who that moron was. Urgh. 'Nuff said. Also, moron no. 2 (for which to date I've not ascertained his/her identity) put sy's, xl's and my name down on the guitar ensemble sheet when we have no prior experience, and on which the saboteur proclaimed that we had 'lots and lots of it'. Argh^2.

Disclaimer: the above mentioned emotions might be conflicting. But realise that the author contradicts herself more often than not...