Here comes the College.

I won't deny that my hopes were high as I trudged up towards Truro College with no other than the famous Hanner-Claire from Myspace, I mean, I wasn't even breaking a sweat. But as the last 200 metres bore down on us like death row, a tickling nausea, partnered with a nervous, hysterical giggling shuffled into the limelight.
Upon arrival, Hanner was beckoned over by a boy with more metal than face, who joined us up to the induction. Not unlike a scene from 'Shindler's List', we were filed and separated, to find our names on a wall. Once said name was found, we're asked to remember a persons name, who, until a late point in the day, I presumed was the name of my executioner.
Eventually we all packed into a great hall, like a modern version of Harry Potter's. An old man spoke into a loud-speaker, sending many of the halls occupants into a fitful sleep. At this point, things were looking up. I was surrounded by at least ten people I knew, a few of which had the same executioner as me.
But no, this was soon to be revealed as false hope, as I looked on in horror as dregs of the room were taken out in smaller groups. As I met my executioner, I noticed there was still three people I knew in the smaller group, and, being the dick I am, I thought we were safe.

HELL
NO

Sat in a cold, lifeless room, introduced to executioner, who I now find out is a PTL or something. Fill out a test, which I can only presume is used to see if any retards have slipped through the net and onto the course. SHIT As our allotted time continued into the final quarter, I casually glance at the clock, cocky, smug, content. We received our timetables and were separated further, and, as the colour drained from my face, I came to terms with the fact that I knew no one in said group. A group which consisted of;

• 2 Man-like, tanned, fresh, muscular boys.
• An attractive girl named Sunny.
• And another girl.

I shuffled around in a near comatose state, mostly out of shock, as we collected ID cards and ended the tour. As I rocked of my heels and dripped with a clammy, rather noticable, cold sweat, I notice Ben speirs and run to him, not unlike a dog runs to it's master. End of induction.

Anyway,

Wednesday should be fookin' shite.