The Amazing Race

I cannot remember the last time I was awoken by banging thuds against my door with someone screaming "GET YOUR ARSE OUT OF BED". Ever. At 6:30am, lovely freshers were greeted by our generous O-week leaders and were dragged out of bed. Luckily enough for us, they provided free Red Bull for some energy. But remember, before we all left, we had to put on our name signs, our team color ribbons and some sun screen.

All decked out in our pajamas, 30 freshers left the safety of Christ College and ventured out into the city of Hobart; holding hands; in pairs of two. We looked like a school for "special" adults. I was set up with Victor, the Swedest Swede. We had to hold hands for the entire journey. On the way down the hill, there were one or two "Dead Ants" incidents but I was able to dodge them both :) Once down the hill, we had to see how many kids could fit into a phone booth (12 kids fit in case you were wondering) and we learned about past o-week legends at various land marks. Because it was early morning and we had a long day ahead of us, the lifers were so nice as to take us to Maccers (McDonalds). But of course, there was a catch...we had to sing our orders. The order taker lady didn't speak much English and looked as if she was about to get murdered. That poor poor woman. I sang my order to the tune of yankee doodle, while my friends tried out genres such as rap, hiphop and my personal favorite, death metal.

Following brekky, we freshers found ourselves walking down a steep hill. Before we hit the end of the hill, we were told to drop our hands and to race around the corner and stop when we hit the lifers. What they forgot to mention was that around the corner was a STEEP hill and at the top were crazy tall stairs. Thankfully, we all made it up to the top alive and without pukers. I was tempted, especially after two MickeyD hashbrowns but we all managed to hold down the food. Hands were then rejoined and we were escorted to the busiest corner of Hobart city during rush hour. The lifers told us "Alright! Get into the Frisk position!". So, we being obedient freshers, propped our heads against the wall and spread them. All the townies seemed so confused.

After the frisking position, we raced up 7 stories of stairs, learned some traditional Christ College hymns, and then commenced the Amazing Race. Each color team split up and competed against each other for a prize of 500 fresher points. Thankfully, my team, team blue, won. We ran the whole time. My legs HATE me. I feel like I was literally hit by a train.

After our scavenger hunt/amazing race, we had a break for 3 hours, and then jumped onto a bus and headed off to Port Arthur: home of the Tassy devils and crazy ghosts. The lifers bbq'd us some hotdogs and burgers and then had us run another race up and down stairs. We learned how to play crickett and how to drop dead from exhaustion. After we ate, the lifers gathered us into our color groups and told us we had one more race: a boat race. I groaned because if my legs had to run one more time, they would have amputated themselves off my body. The lifers sat us down at a table, team blue sitting across from team yellow, and glasses of goon were poured. Okay. A boat race isnt a physical race. Oh no. It's a drinking race. You line up your team and you each have to "skull" the drink in front of you and put your cup atop of your head before the next teammate could go. My team lost. What can I say? I am used to learning academic things in college...

Anyways. After the boat race that my team was massacred in, we headed off for a Port Arthur ghost tour. It was very fun, very haunted. I didnt witness any ghosts but if any place in the world had them, Tasmania seems like it would be the place with the most vicious.

So after the ghost tour, we headed home (finally) for some sleep. We got home at 1:30 Am and were awoken at 4:30 Am. Into another bus we went and up a mountain we went. We got to the top of Mt. Wellington (the highest mountain in Hobart) and watched the sunrise. It was beautiful. It was freezing. They fed us breakfast. But then, once we got back home, I passed out for 4 hours.

Temi and I then took care of some chores and prepared for the historic tour of Hobart. Yea. A historic tour my butt. It was a drinking tour of where old boys/girls currently live. We met all the people who used to live in Christ but have either graduated or left the dorm.

Today is the last day of o-week (for me at least). I have yet to do anything today other than sleep and start a load of laundry. The group of kids went to Salamanka market this morning and Im sure that some kids left for hte beach. It is a gorgeous day today but I will be spending it in bed. I have class on Monday and I do NOT want to be sick or over tired. Plus, tonight we have our final formal event for a long time. It is called "The Boat Tour". Christ College kids arnt actually allowed ON the boat due to past actions of the students, but it should be similar to the American high school prom...just minus the date thing.

As for now, I will be taking a nap immediately following this post and then changing my whites to the dryer. Later guys :)