orientation at lse is a rather mature affair. i was expecting everyone to sit in a circle and beat each other with newspaper sticks trying to remember names, or some other "management claptrap" (as the sun described a funny orientation ritual at harvard). you choose which activities to go for, and many of them are dead serious talks on what to do and expect at the school, and the social activities organised mostly involve going to the bar, getting a drink, and just introducing yourself, or buying tickets to any one of the many parties/comedy/karoake nights the student's union has organised. which is good.

as soon as i thought that though, i think the rugby team at the table started breaking out into chants and quaffing their pints, and pretending to do cpr on the table. aaah what atmosphere. i must go to a match soon.