I always assumed that work would be work. Whenever i do homework i have to sit down and dig in to it until it gets done. I always assumed work would be like that; eight to twelve hours of tedium followed by a few scant hours of relaxation, then sleep and repeat. The fact the summer camp, orientation, and the coffee shop were nothing like i imagined work meant nothing to me because they weren’t really much work for me. And then came New Student Week. I can assure you that New Student Week equals a lot of work, but in the many hours i’ve spent there this week i haven’t felt a second of tedium. I’ve done copy-editting, collating, programming, and secretarial work, and i haven’t complained (except for when the printer stoppped working four pages from the end of my assignment…). I’m starting to think that there really isn’t anything that’s “work,” there’re just things you enjoy doing and things you don’t. And most of them are connected to the people you do them with. If you surround yourself with friends and you’ll never work another day in your life.