Discussion in 'Naval Academy - USNA' started by kemosabe707, Aug 16, 2009.
What is Hell-o Night and does anyone know how it started?
Well, to begin with, it would be nice if someone spelled HELLO correctly. Hell - O would imply that the night would somehow resemble being in Hell. How could that be? Why would things suddenly become "hellish" after such a relaxing 7 week vacation at Resort Annapolis?
My guess is that the Brigade returns, overflowing with excitement to meet the new guests at the resort. They bring presents for the new guests, and everyone melds into one big happy family. Nice words are exchanged, and everyone feasts on all kind of great foods and goodies - sort of like in Harry Potter.
Sounds like great fun - how I wish I could be there !!!
And then the Plebe woke up chanting - there's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home .......
Sorry - I just couldn't help myself ........ Anyone else?
It's when plebes meet the rest of the company after plebe summer, specifically their first semester squads. Depending on company, it can either be a night of excessive rating or a night of introductions and definition of expectations. The big difference is now, as the propaganda goes, a change in ratio to 3 upperclass for every 1 underclass. While technically true, the 3/c are kind of a wash, and not all the 2/c and 1/c are angry flamers. So mostly hell-o night will be meeting the plebe's squad and maybe one dude flaming.
Plus lots of stupid shinanagans, the best part.
Thanks, kind of what I thought it might be. Appreciate your answer.
The best part is all the hoarse upperclassmen the next morning. The Plebes are already used to screaming.
As a plebe you're worried because of the ratio of them to you. In reality most upper class are either annoyed to be back on the yard or happy to be back with their friends. My plebe year I just stood there and observed, happy to be left alone for the most part. My 2/c year, when I was supposed to be tough, I sat in a rolling chair and rolled up to each person and asked them about themselves. Pretty relaxing in my opinion. I was glad none of them urinated on me.
It's been awhile since I've been here. Firemanvin and Marvin you both crack me up. I think the parens make a bigger deal of these traditions, and needlessly wring our hands in anxiety.
There's some mids who make a huge deal about every minor "tradition." On hell-o night, they're usually the 2/c who has some grand plan for scaring the plebes that everyone else tells to be quiet so everyone can meet each other.
Well, there's no sense in underplaying it, either.
I invite the parents to read "The Lords of Discipline". The scene on Hell Night in that book comes somewhat close to the real thing.
Thanks for the insight but what I don't know won't keep me up all night. I keep telling myself the USNA doesn't really want to hurt the Plebes.
What academy did those guys go to??? Quiet? Meet each other? I got PT'd all night long and then sent into third wing Goat Court in my skivvies to rescue Kornhead.
Perhaps some things have changed in the 20 years since you graduated.
Some people still wish it were like that. I am not one of them. Sending a plebe into goat court in their skivvies is useless.
this year's hell-o night was lame, at least for my company. we did an about face and made three points of contact with the bulkhead (ie toes, knees, nose), lights were turned off. when the whistle blew, upperclass started yelling. then we started yelling. this went on for about twenty minutes, after which we finally got to "meet" the rest of the company. our training officer gave us a little speech, we sang Blue and Gold, and plebe summer was over.
Gameon would have had more fun rescuing Kornhead.
Just attend Wog Day with King Neptune and Davy Jones and you can consider that the closest to "hazing" in the Navy.
So you're a shellback now, jadler?
Negative. I did not partake in the Crossing the Line Ceremony because it fell on a holiday and I had a chance to go to another ship, within our strike group, to observe with a chaplain. I did get to see/hear some of the events from the other ship.
No fear, my second deployment is a skips throw away -- hopefully, I will get a chance this time.
I crosssed the Line in '46 but I never herad of an Emerald Shellback. What is it pray tell. and it did get a little physical but no one thought anything of it.
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