Earlier this week, we received a letter from an anonymous source. The letter really needs no other introduction, other than that which precedes this sentence. It is as follows:

Dear Cuse My Campus:

I am a freshman Political Science major here at SU. In attempting to rush a fraternity year, I encountered some severe hazing. I will not say what fraternity I attempted to pledge, but I can tell you what the hazing rituals were. I’m hoping that you will be able to tell me whether or not this kind of hazing is the norm here, or whether these were extenuating circumstances, since it seems that you have more experience with SU than I do.

The first hazing ritual was pretty low-key: we were subjected to a few hours in a dark room, while the song “Yellow Submarine” blasted. In addition, the brothers put pennies in our shoes, and we stood facing the wall for the entire time. While strange, this was a relatively tame practice compared to the next two.

After the penny escapade, we were forced to endure a women’s basketball game. Have you ever been to one of those? It’s one of the most depressing things I’ve ever seen. The dome has a capacity of 50,000 people, and for those games there are like 4,000 on a good day! Talk about sad”¦Then I saw the team play and I was even more confused. Why would 4,000 people come out to watch women run back and forth while occasionally throwing the ball aimlessly at the backboard.

And still, there was one worse hazing ritual to experience: we were forced to attend a frat party. I pray that you haven’t had to experience one of these, and if you haven’t, here’s how you can replicate it: first, pretend you’re in the first scenario, in a very dark room with a bunch of dudes around you and loud music blasting. Then, take the population of the dome during a women’s game and inject it into a dingy, dank basement. Then, pretend that that basement is a toilet. Done with your beer? Just dump it. Gotta pee? Go ahead. Just go. What’s that? You think you’re gonna vomit? It’s your lucky day, because you’re at a frat party! Just let “er rip!

Needless to say, I did not end up pledging a fraternity. And I’m actually pretty glad. But my question to you is: why? Why a frat party? I can deal with the pennies in the shoes, and attending the occasional women’s game. But I can honestly say that I don’t ever want to go to a frat party again. It scarred me for life and I will never be the same.