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windinhishair · 61-69, M
Hazing was brutal back in the day. When I received a varsity letter in my sophomore year of high school, I was initiated into the Letter Club. That included wrestling outside in mud and ice in late November, having to wear burlap underwear filled with molasses, being paddled by upperclassmen, and pushing a monkey biscuit with my nose the length of a basketball court with my hands tied behind my back. Needless to say, hazing is no longer allowed.