Wow! Here I am in Kinston at last. Well, at last after all the effort it took to get me and all my stuff here. I still haven't unpacked everything yet. Some of it has yet to go home, so I can't really settle in until I have it down to what is staying and what is not. I wonder what my sister was thinking, and what I was thinking. Anyway. Today was busy and fun. I registered, and met the people in my department. Everyone seems really great. I am looking forward to the year here, but I also think it will be a lot of work. Frosh week here is something to see that is for sure. For anyone who has never witnessed Frosh week at Queen's let me give you a little taste. On my walk to campus today, there were several mobs of people all dressed in the same colour tee shirt. The first ones I could see were a large group of commerce students, in maroon shirts, all doing jumping jacks and shouting a chant. Then there was a large line of yellow shirted people holding signs marked with different years on them, as if it were for homecoming or something. The crowd mentality made me rather emotional, for some reason I can't explain, and I nearly started crying. The best by far, however, were the engineers. Many, though not all, dye themselves purple with medical dye. They walk around with their hair sculpted into wild shapes and metalic colours and their skin is entirely purple! But then it got even stranger. I was at the Grad Club and groups of these purple people walked by carrying large pieces of furniture. The front grill of an old truck, several couches and chairs, even a stove in a shopping cart. They were apparently getting ready for an obstical race. I had guessed some strange scavenger hunt. Someone suggested we ask one of the purple guys in kilts just how far the purple goes...