It might be the biggest and loudest moving day you’ve ever seen.
As expected on the final weekend of every August, you don’t have to look for long to see a rented cube van or a pickup truck with a mattress strapped in the back puttering down the Queensway.
By the time those family vehicles reach Carleton University, hundreds of screaming hooligans greet them, chanting at the door — “Pop that trunk! Pop that trunk!” — and grabbing armfuls of personal belongings to help all those first-year university kids and their presumably spooked parents.
It’s quite the sight. Swarms of young adults, colour-coded by their major — blues, purples, pinks, reds, limes — dressed in bandanas and cowboy hats, parachute pants and booty shorts, cut-off shirts and fanny packs, dancing to booming sing-along pop tunes, whisking their new schoolmates into a first taste of campus culture: “One of us. One…
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