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Hazing was pretty obvious in my highschool...there were three organizations that did it the worst. FFA hazed their freshman--I don't know everything they did, but they painted one of their hands green and they weren't allowed to wash it. It was really gross when a week went by, and some of their hands were still green (these people handled livestock for crying out loud!!!).
The Thespians hazed bad! When I pledged, we were brought to the commons area and humiliated in a number of ways--we had to act like bacon or popcorn...we were made to carry the books of people we didn't know, say monologues at the most inappropriate times, do "worm races" in front of the school...dress in ridiculous costumes & wear them to class...call our "Big Siblings" "Master", it goes on and on.
Then there was a mens group called "Duffers" and they had to go through some hell. One day during their initiation week, they had to come to school completely nerded out--highwaters, horn-rimmed glasses w/tape, messed up hair, lunch-boxes, etc.
Of course--this was back in 85-88 (I'M OLD!!!) By the time I graduated, the Thespians were hazing in private, and no one wanted to be in the Duffers anymore b/c they couldn't haze. Sad, huh? (I'm saying sad about wanting to be part of a group that hazed). While some of the thespian thing I had no problem with (we were all drama-geeks, after all...we lived to be weirdos), I did not enjoy calling people "Master" or being made to do worm races (it hurt & I ruined my clothes!).
My college was virtually hazing free (if anyone did it, I did not know about it). Interesting how I went on to join a sorority, and the closest thing to hazing that I ever experienced was a kidnap breakfast where the pledges were brought to a private conference room & served breakfast! We got our bigs back, though...we kidnapped them, and took them to a public restaurant, and lo & behold, the Lambda Chi Associates had brought their big brother's too!!! All of us pledges had our make-up on, etc. b/c we knew they would be there...amazing how some of our big's lost their sense-of-humor that a.m.
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