Intro 2018 | Playing with fire while the mamas sleep
They’re called Lydia and Janine. The mothers of group 6 of Industria, a.k.a. Netnix. And they are said to be home napping this Thursday afternoon, not bothered by a feeling of parental responsibility, while four of their children play with fire on campus.
Actually, they were on their way to the beer brewing workshop, says the somewhat purposeless foursome. Their intro group (a balanced mix of bachelor and pre-master students) was formed later than the others, causing this "diverse messy group" (their words) not being able to register for the workshops of today.
However, the flames in the KOE field attract their attention. Or actually the attention of strapper Frank. "Frank with -que", a lie by group member Mellamel, who doesn’t use a genuine name either. Let’s light it, awesome. No problem as no one (not even a mother) is watching them. Intro mamas Lydia and Janine are sleeping at home, the four pre-master students explains to us. They shake their heads with compassion. "Fortunately, we are older than they are, and very independent and responsible."
Moreover, there are the men of student association SSRE and they know what they’re doing. Especially the men of the Viking dispute Ragnarøk, where on occasion (read: during parties), balloons are hung on the wall and then spit to pieces.
Shiny chins
The chins of the fire breathers are smooth and shiny from the lamp oil. The intro kids learn about the importance of atomizing - because only then does the lamp oil catch fire. The men of Netnix blaze and blow like their life depends on it.
"Actually it was not so bad," Franque says afterwards. "I did not expect it to be that easy." "Yes, it was chill", Mellamel adds. But having the lamp oil in your mouth is a bit of a shame. "It tastes like frying fat", someone from SSRE had already told them. Don’t ask us why he knows that.
Oil from your nose
The two ladies of this quartet, who are trying the first spraying exercise with water, decide to let the real work pass by. "I have to laugh too much. The lamp oil even comes out of my nose", explains Roos, who according to Franque is actually called Tulip. Then to confess: "I'm actually just scared". Jaco-Baco, a.k.a. De Halve Tukker, doesn’t trust the turning wind: "I would like to keep my hair".
And oh yes, if we please can mention that intro kid 'Sylvana Simons' was too late today and, especially for the mothers, that sleeping is for sloths. And is this really all going to be published? Check.
P.S. Who is the fire breathing woman in the picture below? That’s Brechtje, from mathematics group 17 (Ding Dong Beerpong). You need about twenty-three intermediate 'oh-my-gods’ to bluff through it mentally, but then you do have a nice flame.
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