Indeed much has been written, pro and con, for both subscribing and consuming Reef Points prior to Plebe deployment. And much of those protracted arguments have been well summarized here, with no further need nor benefit beyond therapy for the presenters to perpetuate those further.
Allow just one true tale of one brilliant young Mid who decided whatever the naysayers might offer, he'd pre-read Reef Points. And did.
Plebe summer came along, and in the midst of his Midshipman apprenticeship, he screwed up. Rather big time, at least w/in the context of being a Plebe. Sure to be fried, his "benevolent" detailer offered, "what could you possibly do beyond committing hari kari to redeem yourself, oh scum of scums, lowliest of the lowest?"
Well, having not only read, but indeed indelibly memorized much of the maniacle mundanenss to be found in that timeless, if regularly re-published, edited epistle, the poor Plebe offered to recite the "laws of the Navy."
Intrigued, the incensed detailer queried the queer lad, "Which one?"
Seeing some hope to his hopelessness, the sorry sack of a sailor, responded, "All of them, sir!"
Well, sure that he had this fouled-up 4/C since none in the known modern history of the world had known all of these antiquated postulates of Plebedom, the now-gloating god of that pathetic wretch donning his dixie cup, grunted "SURE! HAVE AT IT!"
Well, in due order, verbatim and absent a single slip up, that young admiral-in-waiting proceeded to spout those 27 laws he'd learned in the spring of his final year of freedom.
Astounding all with his monumental feat, and finally finding a fleeting fleet moment of brief revenge against his upperclass tormentor, the victorious sailor's shipmates broke into spontaneous standing ovation, as the detailer seemed to shrink to half his normal size.
The proud Plebe was wonderfully, fully restored to scumful status, allowed to live, chop and recite the day's menu for another day.
In brief, Reef saved his white-worked behind!
The moral of the story? There is none. But that Mid, who went on to become one of his class's great scholar-commissioned ensigns, knows what his read/don't read Reef Points decision would be.
And in the course of things, has become a legend like few others in the bowels of Bancroft.
The End