Let’s give hazing a second chance, Rice style
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In prep school:
President of the class.
Valedictorian. Captain of football team.
Baseball star. President of dramatic club.
Editor of School newspaper.
In college: One of the Slimes.
— Anonymous poem printed in the Jan. 9, 1925 issue of the Rice Thresher
Hazing gets a bad rap. And with the associated deaths, alcohol poisonings and homoeroticism, it is quite understandable that hazing at Rice has been reduced to a shadow of its former self. But there used to be a time when hazing was a grand and glorious tradition on campus.
Back in Rice's formative years before World War II, sophomores spent orientation week beating slimes, as freshmen were known, while forcing them to climb a greased pole. After the slimes accomplished this goal, or at least attempted it, the extravaganza of greased-up boys was followed by a forced semi-nude run down Main, where Rice girls would wait to give the slimes their first collegiate kiss.
The hazing didn't end there. While physical hazing was banned during the year, a general attitude of slime subordination dominated campus. Freshmen were treated like pathetic animals, subservient to the demands of anyone else. Professors were the worst, humiliating the once best and brightest of Texas high schools with academic rigors that they had never before experienced, forcing them to disregard their notions of self-worth. And it is about time Rice brought hazing back.
No, Rice shouldn't reinstitute physical humiliation, like those Owls of yore or our dear alumnus Al Gonzales. Nor should we turn to frat-esque challenges of spankings, eating disgusting foods or whatever else Lacoste-bearing brahs do to pledges. We should even turn away from that Rice tradition of forcing freshmen to drink. Instead, let's bring back the 90-year-old Rice tradition of academic hazing.
Back in the roaring '20s, the greatest challenge to freshmen wasn't the constant name-calling, greased-pole-climbing or buying on margin. It was classwork. Failing was the rule, not the exception, and the pain from a failed test was much worse than any "crossing the desert," "unblinking eye" or "paddling of the swollen ass with paddles"—and we need to reclaim that pain.
Facebook forums and Orientation Week lunch tables are fraught with braggartly claims of math awards, SAT scores and overfull honors schedules. So after the "rah-rah" cult rituals and hug circles of O-Week, cynical upperclassmen should find those freshmen who tout their petty, high school accomplishments and spank them with the paddle of "Shut up. I don't care. What have you done lately?"
"Guess how much AP credit I have."
"Should I be a triple or quadruple major?"
I don't care.
"I was a national merit scholar my senior year."
What have you done lately?
We all got into Rice. We're all smart — or at least know a member of the board of trustees. No one cares.
These slimes are too big for their britches, and the first week of classes is the best time to help freshmen face the facts. After all, the point of hazing is to break down new members so an organization can build them up.
Campus is already filled with over-inflated egos, and the last thing we need is another batch of spare-the-rod-and-spoil-the-childs who think they're special just for being here. Well, you're not special until you do something here, for Rice. So do it already.
Most professors are already on the right track, especially in Orgo, which seems to have the motto, "Please, sir. may I have another!"
Besides, it's for freshmen's own good. Awards, GPAs and uninformed ambition will not help all the freshmen pre-meds whose medical experience is limited to reruns of "St. Elsewhere." And a little academic hazing will help them recognize that inconvenient truth.
So while hazing may be on the down and out at most campuses, it is time for Rice to reclaim its tradition of academic hazing.
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