Today, I, along with the other BusEco Ambassadors, showed students around during orientation.
Fairly unexciting stuff, bordering on boring you may think, but there was a twist.
See, I was doing this on my gimp leg. Which hurt like hell in the morning, but strangely got better progressively during the day.
We had a ball of a time. However, I do wish that I could mingle with everyone in the group. That would make it a lot more fun. Not that it isn't now.
'Mingle' was also an overused word today. 'Mingle' this and 'mingle' that. So sick of it. I blame Kanji.
Read on if you are prepared for a story of epic proportions.
Anyway, after this extravaganza, me and my crew, minus a few key people (who probably know who they are), headed to Chadstone for "shopping," which would eventually culminate in dinner at Clayton.
Shopping didn't even happen, because James was off buying his bento box (don't ask, because I wouldn't be able to explain), while Ray was trying out prescription glasses (why he had to wait until then, I don't know), and Terry and his mates were deciding on which movie to see.
After this, me and James found out that through an ambiguous SMS sent by the organiser of said dinner, we had actually been stooged, because dinner had been cancelled. So after some swift punching of walls and people, James and I got our act together and organised it.
So it was that our gang of NQT workers gathered in Box Hill (Davy being fashionably late, of course), and dined.
And then headed over to my house to play poker. Pleasantly surprised how well my parents took it, seeing as I randomly unleashed a group of hormonally-charged teenagers into their house. Just for the record, Davy won.
So even though the second half of the day seemed a total shambles, it still turned out good, which is better than nothing I guess.
Word of the day: Mingle
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