Officially, it's 'A week at the beginning of a university year with a programme of events intended to welcome new first-year students to the city'.
In reality, it's a week of carnage where 90% of students will spend the rest of first year trying to live down the evidence posted on social networking sites from nights out.
We've all been there, in fact I think I still have a picture of me circa 1997 trying to eat noodles at 3am using the lip liner at the bottom of my handbag after somehow losing my chop sticks between the takeaway and the taxi rank - a real rookie mistake not having a spare set in there but, hey, we live and learn.
Being a student isn't all partying however as there is the small matter of studying and passing your chosen course.
Recently I have experienced this first hand as I have taken on the challenge of competing in Royal National Mòd in Paisley next month, as part of a new television documentary.
The Mòd is Scotland's premier Gaelic festival celebrating its linguistic and cultural heritage where people of all ages perform across disciplines including Gaelic Music and Song, Highland Dancing, Instrumental, Drama, Sport and Literature.
I am entering the Silver Pendant competition. It's seen as a learners' event but before I can even think of learning any songs I first have to pass my silver speaking card in Gaelic.
For the past few weeks I have been immersing myself in the language by listening to Radio Nan Gaidheal and watching BBC Alba, which has been fantastic but for the fact I can not get the Speaking our Language theme tune out of my head.
I even tried listening to Abba's greatest hits which usually does the trick but didn't this time.
I've been studying almost every day for three weeks and I must be doing something right. I asked my mother what time it was in Gaelic to which she gave me a look as if I'd asked her the square root of 10,456.
The big test is tomorrow and if I don't pass, that's the end of my Mòd journey for this year.
No pressure then, but if I do pass that the old trusty eyeliner pencil will be coming out of retirement to help me celebrate with the traditional 3am takeaway in Sauchiehall Street.