Ah, Frosh Week. The beginning of my university career at Queen's. Filled with the spirit drives and hazing garbage typical of universities across the continent. Upper year students asking you stupid questions ("What's your favourite colour, frosh?") where the correct answer varies depending on what faculty they belong to (Purple for Engineering, not gold in spite of the colour of the jackets, brown for Commerce, and Tricolour - red, blue, and yellow dividing a circle equally - for Arts & Science). Squirting you with water if you pick wrong. Telling you to do stupid things - "Lie down on the ground and sizzle like bacon frosh!" "I can't hear you frosh! Sizzle louder!" "Squirm like sperm, frosh!" "Dumb frosh! Don't you know the answer yet?" Yeah, yeah, whatever. Exercise your vocal chords and leave me alone so I can move in and unpack.

The practice in Applied Science, as in other faculties, I expect, was to divide us up into groups of about twenty, and leave us to the tender mercies of four official (and varying numbers of unofficial) second year students known as FRECs - Frosh Regulation and Enforcement Committee. There were a variety of specific events scheduled for us, but much of the week was spent at the "official" FREC house for our group imbibing large amounts of alcohol, chiefly beer, talking to each other and our FRECs, and listening to whatever music was on the stereo. Every event had this activity, which we called Warm Up, beginning at least two hours before the event. Several of the more significant events also had a Pre Warm Up.

Frosh Week officially lasted nine days - Saturday through the following Sunday. The day before it began, there were a variety of non-faculty specific events that you could attend or not as you chose. These were all non-alcoholic and concentrated on burning energy by getting wet and running around, or on learning a variety of cheers and the school song. "Oil Thigh" (Generally referred to as "The Oil Thigh, don't you know that yet, Frosh? You're so dumb.") - half in Gaelic, half in English for reasons lost in the mists of history for anyone who cares to look them up. There was also a Can-Can type of dance/bounce involved in singing the Oil Thigh. Faculty specific and the more vulgar songs were saved to learn in our frosh groups - the Engineering Hymn, the Twelve Days of Frosh Week, Barnacle Balls the Sailor, Testicle Ted the Tailor, the S&M Man, and so on. The Twelve Days of Frosh Week is particularly raw, containing far too many uses of the word fuck, and I'm not certain if it deserves to see print anywhere. Fun to sing, though.

For reference:

Oil thigh na banrighinn, a'banrighinn gubraith!
Oil thigh na banrighinn, a'banrighinn gubraith!
Oil thigh na banrighinn, a'banrighinn gubraith!
Cha Gheil! Cha Gheil! Cha Gheil!
Sing!

Queen's College colours we are wearing once again,
Soiled as they are by the battle and the rain,
Yet another victory will wash away the stain,
So Gaels go in and win!
Sing!

For the purposes of football games and other cheering events, do the whole thing once, follow it with the Gaelic verse again and end with a chant of:

What's the sport of kings?
Queens, Queens, Queens
Oil thigh na banrighinn,
Cha Gheil! Cha Gheil! Cha Gheil!
Oil thigh na banrighinn,
Cha Gheil! Cha Gheil! Cha Gheil!

For non-specific events, i.e. drunken bus rides going to out of town football games and other road trips, repeat both versus until sick of them with an arm around the person on either side of you, doing a can-can like bouncy dance throughout.