It was the day I dreaded, the beggining of the end, so to speak. It was like plunging into a pit of razors, all of my senses were deadened, it was like hell. All the phony laughs and cheers, the pathetic games, the fake smiles, they all stared at me, clapping, making my urge to kill that much more intese. It was the day of ORIENTATION. Most of my friends had forgotten me, except the girls and CLOSE friends, I watched as they made us perform meaningless task after task, but perhaps the only thing that kept me sane, getting a back massage from that senior. I met a lot of people like me, I now have thmost diversified cult imaginable (ok, so its nt really a cult, more like a bunch of peoples that like me). And this is why I try my hardest to freak people out. It's going to be a fun year.