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I was reading about the introductiondays for the new firstyear students on my school. Shivers went down my spine. I had such a bad time at my introductioncamp. We went to this awful place in the middle of nowhere, called Heino. It seems like a millionyears ago no, but I still remember how lost I felt. I didn't click with anybody I was talking to, the activities annoyed me and basically I really wanted to go home. Only on the way back home, in the train, did I meet people I could like. And it took me a few weeks to feel at home in the schoolbuilding. Finally I did meet a lot of people I could get along with and ofcourse made friends. But I really wish I hadn't gone to the introductioncamp.

Reading the text on the site made me think of the scene from "Full Metal Jacket", where Gunnery Sergeant Hartman introdoces himself. Remember? It goed like this » "I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your Senior Drill Instructor. From now on, you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be 'Sir!' Do you maggots understand that?" What an excellent movie!