16:30 - 2005-03-10
I. Love. Bryn Mawr.
My my, not one of you poor little people knows a thing about Hell Week. I have been most remiss in my duties.
Umm...where to begin?
Hell Week is one of Bryn Mawr's four traditions, the other three being Parade Night, Lantern Night and May Day. During Hell Week, each frosh gets to pick an upperclasswoman to 'hell' her. This is not mandatory, but it is a lot of fun. If anyone out there is a BMC spec, do it. I don't care how freakishly cultish it seems to you, if you don't like it, don't go to BMC. We don't need any more normies than we already have. The selected upperclasswoman, usually a sophomore, called a 'heller' creates a schedule of activities in which her frosh or 'hellee' will partake. The brief spell of pink fundy-ism recently suffered by my diary is a result of it being helled, for example. My fabulous heller, Gill by name, created a wonderful schedule for me, the theme of which was "Evil Alien Takeover". On Wednesday evening, the first night of Hell Week (which starts at sundown and thus is jokingly called a Jewish Holiday) I had to compose an ode to Gill and perform it in front of all of Erdman dining hall. I also got a friend to drag me out of the dining hall yelling "It's people! The Soylant green is made from people!" and had to pass around a petition asking that aluminum foil hats be made mandatory. Thursday morning I had to get Gill breakfast and perform "Everybody Hates Ze French" in French class. Thursday night was trials, which is the first of the dorm Hell Week activites. I was tried for having too much energy and instructed to teach turns to Erdman during lunch on Friday. And so on the week went. Saturday is the big day. You wake up at 5:00 in the morning to go on *doom!Voice* The Duck Pond Run! All the frosh assemble at the pond on campus and run to the pond at Haverford. I got a ride. And then, since my heller is on the crew team, and I was going to get thrown in anyway, I jumped in. Gill gave me a 7.5 on the scorecards she had with her. Go me! Monday during Dorm Olympics I took over the steps to Taylor Hall with a bunch of other frosh. heehee! Everyone else had to go around the back. :D Hell Week is also responsible for the temporary pink, Republican slash-hating fundism period that my diary underwent. Liz, thank you for providing the appropriate layout. T'was most magnificent.
And thus life carried on until Wednesday when we were freed and the Juniors had a sympa-tea and stuffed us all.
I LOVE MY COLLEGE!!! We're one part academic boot camp, one part sorority, one part cult. BMC is love. The campus is so incredibly close and no one who doesn't go there could ever really understand and ... IPU, I love Bryn Mawr.
