the first real bout of orientation withdrawal hit me this morning, whilst on the 157 to school. i looked around at the j1s sitting on the bus, waving excitedly to other batchmates when they boarded at their respective stops, and thought about how it seemed not so long ago that chris, vera, eileen and i were excitedly calling up our oglings to inform them about orientation. how we debated on the enthu-ness of each ogling after we hung up. how we fought to make calls to certain people we had previously met/ heard about. how we tried, but only succeeded for joel and julia, to creep them out.
and now they flood our canteens, invade our lts and in general, up the noise level to an entirely new level. and im saying this as the ct rep of the loudest class around xD
and then i thought about storyline. about all those hundreds of rehearsals. about those late night rides home in jonny/dan/nora's cars. about freaking out the week before orientation. about trying to help on the sets but doing the complete opposite.
i miss. but theres storyline sleepover soon (((((((((((((:
