Cocktail parties just don’t make the cut

Having already partaken in a lengthily school orientation my first year at McGill, I thought I knew what lay in store for me when I arrived at Sciences Po. Clearly, a blatant miscalculation. Gone are the pub-crawls and lewd t-shirts. Instead, Sciences Po provides its incoming students with methodology classes and dignified picnics in the park, not a beer tent in sight. I have spent the last two weeks correcting my past-tense conjugation and learning how to write an essay the “French way”. Call me crazy but in my mind Frosh should come with a plastic mug full of warm Boreal beer, not a ten minute researched oral presentation on the social and political culture of France’s 5^th republic.