Orientation. Induction. Introduction. Occidentation
It’s that time of year again when I orient. I induct. I introduce.
Sometimes I wonder if the fact that “Orientation” is thing – a helpful grounding sort of thing – that there ought to be something called an “Occidentation” which amounts to a disorientation – a removal from any comfort zone. If “Orientation” is all about not knowing where you are at any given time, then “occidentalism” should involve a degree of stimulating displacement.
I talk to First Years about what’s expected of them, trying to reassure them to a very specific extent without offering the kind of reassurance that leads to a kind of predictive stagnation.
I believe it was Doctor Who, just the other night, who spoke up on behalf of a certain kind of fear – the fear that quickens the pulse and keeps you alive. Somewhere between the complacency that provokes inertia and the terror…
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