Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2003 12:35:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Jason Belinsky <fijiucsb@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fiji hazing - part 4 - 5 -6
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FIJI'S LIST OF 33.
1. Calisthenics
2. Nudity
4. Dropping food in the mouth
10. Individual interrogations
11. Providing alcoholic beverages
12. Line-ups
15. Eating spoiled food
22. Calling a pledge names
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By Whitey Awl
Poker Night was the next Monday, and included the assignment of big
brothers. My big brother was a junior, Zerman from Lexington, KY, and he
told me about his big brother, our "fraternity family", and our family's
favorite drink, Jim Beam Bourbon. I was told to celebrate my new family
by drinking nearly a pint of "Jim", which he called Kentucky's finest,
and a few beers too.
After nearly an hour of Poker Night socializing, the pledges were ordered
to strip to boxers and T-shirts, tuck in their T-shirts, line-up, and
chug a warm beer. Then we had to stand on a 4x4 piece of wood, with our
heels off the edge, and answer fraternity history questions. Missed
questions brought push-ups for everyone, and then we were put in the
diamond push-up position, with our elbows bent and forming a diamond, the
shape of Fiji's badge.
After a bunch of diamond push-ups, we were back standing on the 4x4, and
forced to drink another warm beer. Several pledges were barely able to
stand on the 4x4, and they seemed to be as close to barfing as I was,
when a box of onions appeared and each pledge was given two raw ones.
Then Grasso and two brothers put a mixture of hot sauces and salsa on
one of them.
Now the penalty for missing a question was a bite ("a Giant-size bite",
in Grasso's words) of onion, and Grasso asked if anyone was feeling sick?
He saw a lot of nodding heads. "If you are going to barf, and we know
you all will soon, you must barf inside your T-shirt."
The first question was the old one: "What does GOM mean?" No one knew,
and Grasso said to take a big bite of the hot-sauced onion. I usually
like hot wings and hot sauces, but this combination was way past hot,
maybe heading into the "nuclear" range I had never tried.
The ever-friendly brothers were close by, with a pitcher, pouring paper
cups full of some beer-colored stuff, which they handed us. It didn't
smell bad, but a sip was all I could handle. It didn't cool my firey
mouth.
Several pledges gulped down the liquid, seeking any relief, but the
liquid was just a trigger for their stomach, and I could see three
pledges trying to hand the cups back to the brothers, grabbing their
shirt neckbands, and barfing. Barfing seems to stimulate others to barf,
and soon all eight of us had soaked our chests and stained our T-shirts
with half-digested chunks, onions, and dinner's remnants.
Darryl, confirming my thought that he was the least-smart of the pledges,
raised his hand and said he had to take a leak. An astonished Grasso
handed him an empty cup, and was totally amazed when Darryl filled it
nearly to the top as the brothers cheered and the pledges watched.
"You'll be known from now on as Leaky," said Grasso as he dumped it in
the pitcher.
Poker night ended in a sloppy rhythm: impossible to answer questions,
bites of hot onion, drinks of warm beer and piss, and more barf. Soon my
boxers' elastic waist couldn't stop the barf's downward trip, and my
pubes were shampooed with the smelly and sticky mess.
When the onions were gone, the brothers told us to head for the basement,
and the cold hose washed us down again. I smiled at my beat-off buddies
Eric and Scott as we were together again, eyeballing the other five
naked boys. All of our wet underwear and dirty T-shirts were put in a
box, and Jules said he would get the stuff washed. We found our clothes,
and went commando back to our rooms.
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FIJI'S LIST OF 33.
6. Throwing water on pledges
9. Pledges awakened during the night
17. War games
23. Less than six hours sleep
24. Not permitting adequate time for studies
28. Non-allowed house duties
31. Requiring uncomfortable clothing
33. Polling, dunking, or showering any pledge
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By Whitey Awl
The next day, at lunch, Grasso told us there would be another pledge
meeting at 7:00 that night, and to bring warm clothes and a flashlight.
He wouldn't tell us anything else.
As we tried to guess what was up, the dummy Darryl thought he knew,
because he had overslept and had not raised the fraternity's flag on time
that morning.
One ongoing assignment for the pledges was the Fiji flag, and it had to
be raised every morning at 6:48 a.m. and lowered every evening at 6:48.
Each pledge was assigned the job on a rotating basis. "Leaky" had not
gotten the flag up until about lunch time.
At the meeting, Grasso said to put on our warm clothes, and to follow him
out to the flag pole. He made Darryl raise the flag, and then we all sat
on the ground circling the flag pole. Our punishment was to stay around
the flag all night, with the flashlight shining on the flag.
Eric asked if we could at least have some of our books, so the time
wouldn't be totally wasted, but he said no, and we were soon glad he did,
because the weather quickly changed.
Almost as soon as Grasso stepped away, a rainstorm of water balloons hit
us. Then brothers started dumping buckets of water off the nearby
balcony. The water hose, which had been our cleaning friend in the
basement, now sprayed for the other side.
All through the night - perhaps according to a schedule - some smiling
brothers would come out on the balcony, ask us something stupid like
"how's the weather?", and then dump a few buckets of water and throw a
few water balloons. Occasionally a water balloon didn't break, and we
threw it back, but accuracy failed us.
At 6:48 a.m., with the Fiji flag flying, we headed back to our warm dorm.