oarientation
The first time you get tossed into a boat and told to row like your life depends on it, even though it clearly doesn’t.
My orientation was a 30-minute row with no instructions. I thought I was in a race, not a nightmare.
The teacher yelled at me for holding the oar like it was a sword. It wasn’t a duel, Karen.
I nearly capsized during orientation. I blame the guy who kept laughing at my struggle.