You start energetic and positive but by the end you’re invited to so many barbeques it’s no longer a selling point. In fact, the first person you’re likely to see at any O-week is a Christian with a barbeque invitation.

Walking up the road I heard a massive scream “VAGIIIIIIIIINA”. I could hear his ratty hair in his voice, it was Tim Brunero. Needless to say there was a massive crowd around him, all of them collapsed on the floor holding their sides with the torment of uncontrolled laughter. He was encouraging everyone to scream “VAGINA”? He’s so amazing. There were plenty of people everywhere and there was one very long line somewhere round the middle. So, without having a clue where it leads, everyone joins it instantly only to discover it’s the Usyd union booth with a free showbag… and free lamination!

Some booths were more crowded than others. The Maths Club was noticeably bare. Perhaps all the potential joinees were too entranced by The Chess Club and The Korean Law Club to see it there. The U.N Club was probably the least decorated booth and even the person (wo)manning it didn’t seem like she wanted to be there. Unlike The Inner Child Club and The Film Club which were positively overflowing.

Walking around, there are many boothless people trying to promote their party or club. Surprisingly, the most bitterly aggressive of these nomads was some meditation club. He must have missed a session as he looked as if he was 3 years old and that I had just told him Santa was dead when I *politely* rejected him.

There was a radio booth set up at the top which at one point blasting out Kylie’s camptastic Step Back In Time much to mixed reactions of the crowd. The collaborative sports booth retaliated with some techno. Hilariously, The Hip-Hop Club was in the middle of all this which overall sounded like any typical Almighty Kylie remix.

If you have a quick 2 hours spare, you can join the line to get your timetable. If you're lucky, you may have massive clashes which will force you to join the line to change your timetable. Walking forward one metre every 5 minutes can be a thrilling experience especially when it's accompanied by the chatter of Arts students all around. As Johnny McArtHistory talks to Leslie McGenderStudies about how he wants to have his timetable to look like his friend's one, oblivious to the signs right next to them saying "You can't change your timetable to look like your friend's one".

In spite of all that, we still have one sexy ass campus.