Rob’s Story: Line-Ups
As promised, a pledging story submission from the community will be heard. Rob, from a university and fraternity in the south, bitches about pledging:
“Why does pledging suck? Two words: Line Ups. For those GDI’s who don’t know, a line up is what a pledge fears most in life. You could be anywhere on campus. Eating in the dining hall, studying in the library, pumping iron in the gym, then BAM— you get a text saying be at the house in 5 minutes. The house is about a mile away from where you are, so you’re immediately struck with fear, and drop everything you’re doing to flat out sprint toward the house (past cars and pedestrians laughing because they know exactly what’s up). You get to the house and are made to stand in a line at attention, while brothers yell at you for all “wrongs” you have committed. This can range from not running fast enough to not memorizing something ridiculous. You are told you are a piece of shit pledge, and are made to do endless calisthenics. They call you out of line and make you recite the Greek alphabet. Stumble over a letter? That’s 30 up downs. Too slow? That’s 10 minutes of wall sits. After this is all over, you feel like a piece of shit. Pledging fucking sucks.”
Rob’s right, and tells his story well. Line-ups force even the greatest pledges to doubt their talents… and shit their pants. You’re pelted with any object lying around, screamed at for absolutely nothing, and forced to apologize. You better believe the times are always planned, and they couldn’t happen at any worse moments in your day or week. Have a test in a few hours? They don’t fucking care. Get your ass to the house. The life of a pledge is the life of a whore, minus the pay. You’re called upon, fucked in the ass, and then told to get the fuck out. If you’re good enough, you’ll keep getting fucked again and again until marriage (brotherhood) beckons. It’s a tough path, and proves the underlying fact that pledging sucks.
It’s not hazing. It’s brotherhood.