The D-Day

Good News : I didn't take out my book.
Bad News : It was not because I was having fun

So I walked in the campus grounds. No fireworks, no red carpet, no rose petals falling from the sky.
But you know what was falling from the sky? Rain.
It was fucking raining.

Now don't get me wrong, I love rain. Probably more than most people. For others rain makes them moody and sad. For me, on the other hand, it makes me feel elated. I'm at peace when its raining. I love it so much I had to pen down my feelings into a poem.
tl;dr : I just freaking love rain.

But you have to admit there's something very discouraging about it raining on the first day of the "next chapter" of your life.

While waiting for my friends I met my best friend from 2nd grade. Now she's bffs with my bff so I keep hearing about her. Maybe that is why 5 minutes before seeing her I was imagining "What if that said person turned up here" and Voila! There she was. I'm still not quite sure how I feel about this tbh.

Anyway, the orientation began. I saw this girl who would've fit right into my clique. How do I know this ? She was talking about something going "against her aesthetics". She used the word aesthetics. Period. Clique reminds me, while my fellow seatmates where hooting and whistling during performances and speeches I came to a realisation- I hang out with awfully cynical people. Sitting through the Principals speech I could practically hear them groan and roll their eyes. Here people, on the other hand were clapping and being generally positive. 

I miss my friends.

I won't go into much detail about the orientation because it was like every other orientation : Vibrant with music that has a strong bass

Then we had a course orientation of our respective course which basically involved seniors talking amongst themselves and making inside jokes. They were sweet on the whole but very insistent on scaring us by repeatedly emphasising how we have to be regular and a whole lot of bullshit that we all knew (including the teachers) wasn't true.

 Then I met my friends and we looked for a taxi home. I think that was the most happening time of my the whole day. The entire process was not less dangerous than the War of Kalinga, It was hard core.

Then I came back and had to repeat the whole thing to my bursting-with-curiosity mother. And would have had to with 10 other people but I'm an asshole and I switched my phone off. 

Moral of the story : Your first day of college is going to be like any other day if you're as socially inept as I am. So don't be socially handicapped and go make friends and have fun.