Mattie tells us about Orientation Week:
I’ll admit it: I can be a little awkward around new people. Especially in the contexts we’re offered by orientation week. The “Discover McGill” tours, for example. Each faculty – That’s what we call the various schools up here; I’m in the Faculty of Arts, for example – was to gather at 9 AM today for a tour of their buildings. My faculty is the largest, so when I approached the crowd that oozed off the steps of the Arts building, confusion was a given. Chaos. Absolute anarchy, my friends. I had to talk to three different people before learning the method to the madness. Each upperclassmen tour guide had a sign for their group, numbered one to 50. Problem. Nobody had given me a group number. I set off in search of one.
I never did find that number, but that’s not important. What does matter is that eventually I found myself standing with two other kids who were only marginally less confused than myself. They’d been assigned to Group 51, which evidently didn’t exist. Or maybe it was convening on the other side of the vast sea of kids, in which case it might as well not exist. We talked, we made a token attempt to find the person in charge of the Arts circus (“Look for someone with a clipboard and pants that aren’t jeans.”), and then finally decided to conduct our own tour.