PS10j - Turfburn, Scavenger Hunt, Casino Night

From left to right: Sarah Ritcey, Mays Markabi, Peter Horne. Probably the three coolest people in the history of the Universe.

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Here's where we're trying to get the Frosh excited, with varying degress of success. See large-size version.

My Frosh group. Laurie is the co-leader on the left, Ian is on the right. I only remember a few of the names from my group. =) See large-size version.

Yes, that man is playing the bagpipes. See large-size version.

Georgia looking for someone to drench.

Digression: I've always been a tough sell on the whole "happy chant" thing, but by this time, they had me. I was shouting and screaming and jumping and laughing with the best of them. It's a really remarkable feeling, being caught up with the crowd. Even with everything we do at Frosh Camp, it takes a good Turfburn to get me properly enthused.

The circle-sit is one of those things I would rather watch from afar and take pictures of. =) I've put my share of circle-sitting in this year at Frosh Leader camp - I was right behind Adam Maher (a football player) in a poorly-formed circle, and he nearly broke my legs!

To stir things up for the final circle-sit, the Pit Crew demonstrated their hill dive, preformed at Huskies Football games every time they score a touchdown. The football players, not the Pit Crew. =)

Mission accomplished!

Digression: Between Turfburn and Casino Night, there occoured a city-wide scavenger hunt. It was a hectic lot of fun. I ended up taking charge over our Frosh Group and led them up South Park Street, up Spring Garden Road to Robie, down Spring Garden Road to the old Saint Mary's Boy's College, up to the Citadel, down to East Side Mario's, down to the stone wave on the waterfront, then I left them to go to Pier 21 while I took the disposable camera we bought up to Park Lane to get developed. Now - wait, it's Labour Day, isn't it?? And in the end it all didn't matter much because the group that won split up into three or four cars, used cell phones to communicate, and used a Polaroid JoyCam for the pictures. We didn't even get completely registered, because after missing just a few items early in the list of 35, we were too far behind. And yes, the group that won got everything - the live rock dove, the live lobster, everything. Through the process I did take care not to be bossy, but with all the rushing around I don't think we had as much fun as we could have had, and I take responsibility for this. We should have just went to East Side Mario's (where we were given soda and cheesy appetizers free of charge, but we didn't have time to stay as long as we would have liked), and Pier 21 (for the excursion of it), and just chatted and had fun, but I didn't realize this until the Hunt was over. So at least having fun is my plan for next year, although I'll probably be a Frosh Facilitator, not a Frosh Leader, so I'll just join an existing group that doesn't look very ambitious and pitch my plan: Go for the free goodies, ignore the rest of the Hunt, have more fun than any of the other groups. Besides, getting everything on the list within two hours without vehicles and cell phones is just impossible, and when you go to that level, I don't think the Scavenger Hunt can be fun anymore.

Casino Night in the Tower Fieldhouse, a Frosh Week tradition.

Seated Frosh Leaders, from left to right: Peter Horne, "Mouse," Alison.

Adam Maher and Ben Francis administering a Blackjack table.

"Hon-ey, what you do for mon-ey..." One of the pluses of running a friendly game is that you can be as generous as you like with the "cash." Later on in the night I ran a "number roller thingy" table like this and my clients and I had a blast.

From left to right: Kathleen Whingley (my Facilitator at Frosh Camp), William Matheson.

The Casino Night ends in an auction for prizes donated by various sponsors. To cap that off, there's an auction of Frosh Leaders. Unfortunately, this year's crowd was kind of rowdy, and that portion of the auction was terminated early.

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