There was one kid on my floor who everyone absolutely
loathed. This short, pudgy kid with frosted tips who would never shut the
up. He'd walk out of the bathrooms completely naked to everyone's horror, puke every night so that the stalls began to wreak, and whenever you'd try to walk next to him he'd slowly start pushing you to the side and rub up against you.
During the second semester, he started pledging to the Jewish frat (AEPi) on campus. While at first this extra time away from the building seemed like a blessing, but then he started to stay back more and more as time progressed. Now, not only would he not shut the
up in general, but he would not shut the
up about his frat, which happens to be the least well liked on campus.
Up until this point, we'd always give the guy shit. We'd dogpile him at 5 in the morning, hide his furniture in the community showers, barricade his door with said furniture, lock him out of the party rooms, etc. This new found level of annoyance required a new found level of prank-douchebaggery.
It just so happened that half of my floor was in DSP, a business "frarority", which didn't quite meet all of the requirements for a frat (but were still more accepted than AEPi, mind you). It also just so happened that, as not being technically a "frat", anyone who was already in a fraternity could still join DSP. In further coincidentiality (R), one of the AEPi brothers was in DSP, and all of his contact information was on the public roster.
It was decided upon who would impersonate the frat brother over the phone, and being that I sounded the most like him, I was given the task. It was 4:00 am in mid-February in Massachusetts, i.e., absolutely freezing. His roommate went back into his room to check what he was doing. I called, and was met with a groggy: "Who the
is this?"
The conversation gets a little fuzzy from here, but I believe it's close to this:
"Are you serious about being in this fraternity?"
"What?"
"Don't make me repeat myself you worthless fairy. Are you serious about joining AEPi?"
"Yes...yes of course I am."
"You have been selected for a special task. Are you willing to go above and beyond the call of duty?"
"Yes."
"Good, this is Jeter."
"Oh hey, ma-"
"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME, MAGGOT. GRAB YOUR BACKPACK, PILLOW, A WATER BOTTLE FILLED WITH URINE, AND A TUBE SOCK, AND GET DOWN TO ROOM *** in BUILDING *****
NOW."
"Okay."
"Empty the items out of your backpack before entering. Knock 7 times. The password is "creamesicle."
I hung up, and the the entire floor became silent as we waited for the sound of an opening door. Lo and behold, 5 minutes later we hear a door opening and this kid muttering obscenities under his breath as he makes his way for the building exit. As soon as he leaves the building, we rush to the very end to get a glimpse of him waddling down the icy hill in nothing but a t-shirt and pj pants in below freezing weather with a back pack on and pillow under his arm.
Those not familiar with the Bentley College campus must also know that the freshman dorms are kept well away from the upper classmen suites- about a 15 minute walk. They must also know that the campus is on a sharp sloping hill, which he would have to climb in order to get back.
It is common knowledge that if a pledge pisses of a brother, they're gunna pay. The next day my DSP friends get an earful from Jeter about how this stupid pledge that no one likes knocked on his door for ten straight minutes in a daze and covered in snow at 5 in the morning while repeating "creamesicle" with a pillow, sock, and bottle of piss at his feet. He told him he didn't know what the
he was doing, but to get out of his face and get back to his room. He wasn't allowed to go into much more detail (per frat secrecy "rules"), but for his ridiculous actions they contemplated either throwing him out of the pledging process entirely or making it as hellish as humanely possible.
We didn't see much of the kid for a good while after that, and when we did, he looked like he was on the brink of vomiting everytime. I'm guessing they went with the latter.
Mission Accomplished.