With all the discussions of hazing in the news, it’s brought back memories of my freshman year of high school. That year I went to Marian High, an all-girl, Catholic high school. Each freshman student was assigned a senior student to be her big sister. Part of that involved “initiation.”
I can’t remember my big sister’s name. But she was beautiful. I was in awe of her.
My big sister and her friends gathered us freshmen up and took us about town before Homecoming. One of the other big sister’s was the daughter of an eye doctor. She had access to many pairs of old fashioned cat-eye glasses. Which we were made to wear while riding the mechanical horse at Mammel’s (sp?) grocery store.
I wonder if this is what has fueled my love for cat-eye glasses ever since? You’d think it would have scarred me instead!
One of the major weekend evening activities in Hays, Kansas, was “dragging Main street.” Cars drove up Main Street, turned around in the library parking lot, drove down Main Street, turned around in the Varsity parking lot, to repeat the loop. Again. And again. And again. If you were feeling adventurous you could pass the Varsity parking lot and head down into the park where it was dark, spooky, and there were buffalo in pens.
(I should also point out that the Varsity sold beer through a drive thru window. Kansas had an 18 year old age limit for 3.2 beer at the time. I don’t know why I feel compelled to share this…)
My group’s big sisters planted us on Main Street in front of the library with bags of Hershey Kisses and told us to sell them for a nickle apiece to the passing cars. That was the last piece of my
I know other girls did other things. Carrying books. Pushing vehicles. Washing vehicles. I have no idea what went on at the neighboring boys’ school, but there weren’t even rumors about hazings like are reported in the news these days.