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March 3, 2017 | by  | in News |
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Fresher Fever

Last week, new students were welcomed to life at Victoria University with the inaugural O-Week.

This year’s lineup saw a range of sold-out events, including the iconic Toga Party and a comedy show with Guy Williams. As usual, tickets to events were highly sought after, with a number being on-sold across social media for inflated prices.

The enthusiasm for O-Week, however, did not extend to all Wellington residents. Salient spoke with an Uber driver, who wished to remain anonymous, who said that he always had a “feeling of anxiety” surrounding O-Week.

While he welcomed the extra business and was looking forward to being busy, he was concerned that many young students were “unable to handle their alcohol, and don’t know when to stop.”

His sentiment was echoed by a Toga-goer on Tuesday night, who told Salient, “I’m going to piss on the floor if I can’t find a toilet soon.”

All VUWSA events have been operating with a safe space for students who may need some “time out.”  A third year Victoria student who visited the safe room during Monday’s Hermitude gig said they found it “really disturbing.”

“There were probably a few dozen people sitting in the room, eyes glazed over and heads in their knees. It was pretty scary to be honest because everyone just looked so drunk.”  

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