Reflections, Memories and the Occasional Poetry
It seems funny that being an Engineering student can come to mean so much or that a single event like the Pole can instill such a sense of community and worth. Below are various thoughts, ideas and opinions on our experiences here. They are not really in any order, so feel free to browse and enjoy.
What is an engineer?
Why climb a steel goalpost?
The Pole plays a vital role in the orientation of the first years, bringing them into the ranks of their upper year colleagues. This trial by fire, this paramount obstacle proves the spirit and worth of the newest in a long line of Engineering students. The intensity of the experience and the passion it inspires leaves a permanent mark in the psyche of all that take part. Hammering home the lesson of teamwork, the Greasepole embodies the strive for excellence that is the mantra for both Queens as a whole and Engineering specifically.
Believe it or not, the people who have the most fun are the climbers. Once the tam has been torn away, there is a feeling of exhilaration which can never be duplicated. The first year Engineers officially become a member of the Queen's Engineering family.
A Frosh's Rememberances:
Above all, one memory of the climb will remind me for of the bond and friendships I have formed with those in this profession I am entering. For all time I will recall every detail of when we became a Year, accepted by the Engineers.
Being Frosh, we were inherently dumb and could not do right. All week we were made well aware of this fact. Initially scared to challenge the authority of our FRECs, we slowly gained a voice on our own. Bit by bit we bonded with each other, through fun and through trials. By the end of Highland Games, we were standing up for ourselves, acting together in pursuit of our goals. It was not until later however, when I was a FREC, that I realized this transition from timid sheep to cohesive unit, a true Science Year, is the actual goal of Orientation.
Then came the Pole and I realized why this event was the last. No single person can climb the Pole. In its current form, no single year has ever climbed the Pole without help of the others. It has become an obstacle only surmountable by the whole and our turn in the Pit was no different. After an hour, the 4th years were sent in to help, then the 3rd years, then an hour and a half in, our FRECs joined the battle. The jeers, the taunts and the shouts had died down, replaced with calls for action and encouragement. The energy was awesome; suddenly it was not about which year was better or how lame they wanted us to feel. It was all about us getting the tam and becoming a year. Every engineer was there to help us. Every engineer wanted us to succeed. Finally, with the tam off, cries of Sci. 99 were screamed and the most amazing thing happened. No one yelled back at us, no "sucks" was inserted into the cadence; instead everyone joined in chanting with us. Together, all together we were the engineers.
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For those still interested in reading more (and I am impressed youve come this far), here is a smattering of engineering-related poems I wrote some time ago. They dont have much to do with the Pole, but they follow some of the majors themes around my Engineering life: Orientation Week, science, and one on growing up. Enjoy,
On Being a FREC
The excitement builds as we are here,
Our Once Lives
Four sit around playing Euchre;
The quest for knowledge, the forbidden fruit