User: candidvoter

It would be a shame not to tell us now!

Back in college (I'm 32 now), I was visiting a female friend of mine in her dorm, and I needed to use the restroom. Rather than go back to my own dorm, the friend of the girl I was visiting said she'd watch and make sure no girl entered. I was taking care of my business, when I heard a loud "I don't believe there's a guy in there, you're just making it up!"

The next thing I knew, I heard a group of girls enter. Then one of them said something to the effect of, "Oh, there really IS a guy in here!" They must have looked under the stall doors and seen part of me. I heard a lot of giggling, but none of them left the bathroom.

Embarrassed, I finished what I needed to finish and exited, amidst more giggling on their part. Oh, I was angry, but not at my friend's friend, who did after all try to keep them out. I suppose she could have been more forceful, but I gathered that the girls who entered the bathroom were bully types.

And that was my experience in the "wrong" restroom. If I'd been less embarrassed, I'd have looked one of them in the eyes and said "Fancy meeting you here!"--but I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. And given what my friend told me later about those particular people, I think I made the right choice.

It was years ago, but when I entered high school in the early '90s, a fellow ninth grade band member was shoved in a tuba case, which was duct taped shut. Oh, it was terrible; ninth graders were marked with an "F" with marker (if you resisted they'd write all over you, or so they said), people's hands were duct taped together, even some were "tied up" with duct tape. (A lot of duct tape going around then, obviously.)

It mainly took place the first week of school anyway--I escaped it except for having one "F" written on me, which I promptly washed off. (Daring, wasn't I?)

The administration cleaned it up by the following year; a zero-tolerance policy toward hazing was enacted. I was more than happy with that, as I thought no one should have to go through that. Others disagreed, but not friends of mine, anyway.

--but I once rubbed the back of a female friend's hand with my index finger. Just the back of her hand, that's all, I swear! I don't know what she thought, but I enjoyed it.

I've never seen it (having moved away from Michigan at the age of 3), but an old friend who attended UM at Ann Arbor tells me there's a yearly "Naked Mile" where undergraduates run a mile ... um ... without anything on. (Presumably they do wear shoes, but again, I've never seen it.)