References to classic literature aside, the FEP really felt like an odyssey to me; but mostly because before that I had a 4-month long break from school, a lot of which I spent ligging around on my bed watching Youtube videos. So you can imagine how incredibly unmotivated I was when I had to leave home and begin a new chapter of my life; leaving behind the bedroom I’ve held near and dear to my heart, alongside my very expensive collection of two whole artbooks. Why do they have to make them so expensive anyway? It drives me mad when so many good artworks are placed right in front me, yet we are separated by the walls of capitalism.
My mind seems to have wandered off a bit there. Now where was I? Oh right, the general orientation. The general orientation was a way for Binus to introduce us to their university, their visions, their goals, their organisations, their clubs, their way of teaching, their next-door neighbour, their friend whom they haven’t seen in a while yet are still close, their therapist, their milkman, and anyone else they happen to meet during the course of the orientation. And now I’ve used the word “their” so many times that it sounds weird in my head.
I don’t remember much about the general orientation, because it was mostly uninteresting; so I’m just going to write about the things that I do remember.
In limerick form.
It was the first day of FEP, and my mother came to wake me.
To Syahdan we went, from our apartment;
luckily we had time and was in no hurry.
There in the classroom I’ve been put into, was a lot of people I never knew.
Though that was expected, as I am introverted,
but that just filled me with fear undue.
The groups were led by seniors called “BCs”, who at first I thought were called “bishis”.
(Thanks to my weeb side, all with its smug pride)
But thankfully, they were quite chill-sies.
The first day went swimmingly well, despite my nervousness that no one else could tell.
It was quite short for an event of its sort,
But I cheered nonetheless when they rang the going-home bell.
It was much longer on the other days, and they held presentations in many different ways.
Some with games, and some are lame,
But attending these is required, and it pays.
Now let’s skip to the fourth day of it all, where we watched a show in the theatrical hall.
I thought it was gonna blow, but they put on quite a show.
With so much talent on stage, it was an amazing ball.
The MCs were charming and funny, and the clubs’ presentations were sweet like honey.
Especially the choir, and I won’t be a liar,
to hear them sing again I would give a lot of money.
The fifth day came so and such, and to tell you the truth, I don’t remember much.
But one thing I remember, like a New Year’s Eve in December,
is a sort-of gathering for the non-religious bunch.
There we were gathered, in the BCs’ post; as the other folks prayed to their holy ghost.
We talked and we ate, but what we mostly did was wait
Until everyone was finished and we were picked up by our host.
On the final day of the orientation, we were given the chance to join a conglomeration.
Or two, or three; it doesn’t matter, really.
But they did cost quite a bit; for the initiation.
After about three hours (and I almost can’t believe it too), a special limerick, just for you.
With my love I wrote it, and my desire to graduate.
And now, finally, I can bid you adieu.