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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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The O Week Endeavour
 TYCANS UNITE. The feeling of finality has finally sunk in. Though in it self comparison is a filthy habit, I can't help but put it next to Arts Camp to compare, because it was my first experience at this camp (and differences are few). My feelings are mixed about it, and I shall explain why in a bit. In some way, Arts Camp was more amazing, because it drowned us with this newfound feeling of belonging, of acceptance, and after five days it had seemed like we have known the people around us for five years, and suddenly became the best of friends. It would always be the first, and in that way retain its special place in my heart, as I know Oweek has in the Oweek freshies' hearts, and previous ArtsCamps/Oweeks in our seniors/laolaos. Perhaps it was because I was given responsibility this time, the effort and the time invested into making sure this camp was as special to the other freshies as Arts Camp was for me, that made me tear after it had ended. Because after it had all ended, the change was astounding. And it was a change that you didn't realize grew as much as it did, that when the last day came, seemed amazing and almost miraculous. We've become a family. I was afraid, when given my responsibility as AOGL, that I wouldn't be able to carry it out. Many a time before/during the camp I would be stressed out and worried. In truth, I'm not the counsellor type. I'm introverted, shy, and I follow rather than lead, and because of whatever inclinations I possessed, it was a struggle to be what I felt the OG needed. And because I know that there are many better and more capable people about me to fill the role I was meant to fill, I often felt that I had let my OG down. But in the end, I realized that it didn't really matter what I did. Because what we are, in essence, is a group of people, coming together to play games for 7 days and make noise. But what we became in the process over 7 days, was a result of the value every person put into what was an ordinary group of people. Once shy, nervous, and expectant people, into the people who sulked generously when we missed out on best OG. The transformation is baffling, yet fulfilling. And as much as I did (or did not do), I'm glad that I was able to play a part in that transformation. ARTS. TYCANS. TYGORTAI. And each and every individual. |