Do they do white tornados anymore during Beast?
I know I am pretty old, but just wondering if this tradition still continues.
Since I have no idea what that is I will have to say no unless the term changed. Please explain.
Do the plebes still have to make templates for the cakes/pies?
It is funny how things have become "kinder and gentler." Back in my day we were basically starved during beast- maybe got to eat for 3 minutes at each meal since it took so long to do the table duties correctly. We were so hungry that quite a few people were eating toothpaste (not an exaggeration) in their rooms. One funny memory was the first weekend that parents can come visit after beast. A couple of us went to meet one of our friends parents. They brought a ton of food and we tore into it like we hadn't ever eaten before. His parents were shocked that it was all gone in 5 minutes.
Ah, the good ole days....
Seriously. I looked like a POW after beast. I weighed in on R-Day at 196. On A-Day I was a gaunt and sallow 169. I ate an entire 2-pound bag of reeses cups on A-Day.
Those "tasks" added another element of fear and dread to mealtime. But they also showed me that I can gut through my fears when I have no other option.
Beast showed me that you can go a long way on a little food. There are times in your career you'll have to go without.
Haha! It's funny how Meal time could be dreaded. During SLS, I always liked going to the Mess Hall (delicious meals all around!). Evidently, we weren't yelled at or anything.
By the way, does anyone know what "Killing the Carton" mean? (Not as in drinking the whole mile carton... I believe there might be another meaning?)
Do the plebes still have to make templates for the cakes/pies?
It is funny how things have become "kinder and gentler." Back in my day we were basically starved during beast- maybe got to eat for 3 minutes at each meal since it took so long to do the table duties correctly. We were so hungry that quite a few people were eating toothpaste (not an exaggeration) in their rooms. One funny memory was the first weekend that parents can come visit after beast. A couple of us went to meet one of our friends parents. They brought a ton of food and we tore into it like we hadn't ever eaten before. His parents were shocked that it was all gone in 5 minutes.
Ah, the good ole days....
"Killing the carton" refers to placing a milk carton on one's glass sidewise and then stabbing it with a butter knife to pop a hole in the carton's side and get the milk to empty into the glass. Another favorite is killing the peanut butter... removing the seal from an unopened jar of peanut butter by smashing the side of the jar against you forehead.