Congratulations! You have made it through the rigors of Unofficial Orientation with your good friends here at Wesleying! Now, for your final challenge before you are officially Wesleyan students: ~Official~ Orientation.
Orientation is a wild time. You are left to your own devices without classes/activities/parents to structure your time. There are “mandatory,” highly-recommended, and optional sessions. There are the parties you hear about people going to, but have no idea how to find. There are those first awkward meals with your hallmates/roommates. There are the nights when you curl up in bed with a picture of your best friends from high school and wonder why you didn’t just follow them to college.
Our goal today is to teach you everything you need to know in order to make the most out of your orientation experience and start the year off on a good foot!
This one’s got it all: welcome packets, an impromptu “Go Wes!”, a multi-state license plate montage, families dragging luggage into Clark, frosh stating their place of origin (“It’s just outside Boston”), a family of Wes grads, and this piece of advice from an RA: “My first year I didn’t do anything. Make sure you do everything!” It’s only missing some shots of President Roth high-fiving the Wes cardinal, but this photo will have to do.
On a semi-related note, an anonymous student dropped this note in Wesleying’s tipbox:
Eight hundred and eleven. That’s how many newly minted freshmen descended on campus today, lugging boxes and duffels and ukuleles and fog machines (just kidding) from Westco to Eastco to Foss and beyond. It happens every year—mass chaos, familial sentimentality, and eighteen years’ worth of material accumulation swallowed up in some spirit of greetings and beginning—but somehow still feels like a miracle, like childbirth or getting slimed. [813 is also roughly how many miles of driving lie between Brooklyn and Chicago, as depicted in that one TMBG song, but never mind that now.The Wesleyan Connection now reports that 811, not 813, freshmen have arrived. Wesleying staff have not in fact counted freshmen.]
Add to this the 87 international students already chillin’ at the Cardinal Inn, and you have the largest incoming class in the history of this fine institution—safely on campus despite the hurricane, earthquake, and whatever other Acts of God may have blocked its arrival. Bienvenue, frosh!