After going through two years at Clemson, in a sorority, I have never been hazed like I was at the RESA Party. I think what the Spanish students did to us is illegal in the US. like writing on our faces, herding us around like branded cattle, taping us together and making us try to run across a finish line, and taking us to a party that we couldn't leave until 5 o'clock. I'm surprised one of us didn't get lost in the cracks and crannies of the metro. None the less, I had the time of my life pretending to know the words/moves to Spanish dance music and watching Spanish students try to figure out why the hell Americans love the YMCA so much.
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