On the 29th of January 2012, the new hostel folk moved into the hostel and began their week of induction. Needles to say being locked up in a hostel for a week had never seemed like so much fun (for the SRC) before.
This induction week commenced with a more, less formal, introductory ceremony where the hostel students got to know the SRC, Ms Gallowitz, and how can we forget, the rules…
During this week of fun activities, the hostel students were encouraged to take part in all the aspects of the induction week. They wore their hand-painted T-shirts and name boards diligently in and around the college, and they had no choice but to oblige in showing off their war-cries to the Academy. What sports right?
But wait there’s more! Not only did they offer their soft drinks, food and their time to the SRC, but they also washed our cars! Believe it, these guys and girls knew how to please their fellow SRC and staff.
There were also a lot of hilariously funny moments during this week. The guys learned the importance of, “always being aware of your surroundings”, by continually counting the bricks, walls, and tiles, in and around the hostel, and the ladies learned the importance of being joyful, and having a positive attitude towards life by always, “juiging”, even when times got tough.
Apart from this, they received guidance in nature conservation, by learning the importance of being able to tell the intricate difference between a male and female leaf.
Just when you thought one could not have room for any more activities, we (the SRC and hostel students alike), received a demonstration on how to play tonsil hockey (a longer, less appropriate form of kissing in public) by Martinique and Vernon, who seemed to know EXACTLY what they were doing.
A, “Varkie Van Die Maand”, (the person with the most untidy living space), and a hostel house of term (the cleanest, and most spirited hostel house), was chosen, this house was, ‘Lots of Hope’, so a big well done to them!
We ended off the induction week with a fun tour of Tyger Valley (as majority of the hostel students aren’t locals), and a meal at the Willowbridge Dros.
They ate, and then they were freed…
Written by Kristyn Röhm and Pauline Cloete.
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