This was my experience. Exhibit A: We were riding home from the Keystone Classic in a couple of 15 passenger vans. We stopped at a conscience store, and guys started walking out with the weirdest sh#t: sour cream, cottage cheese, eggs ... mostly dairy stuff from what I remember. Again, seemed pretty weird, but I wasn't really paying attention (cracked a rib). We get back on the highway, and it became clear that the two 15 passenger vans were going to have a food fight. They guys in the passenger seats started hurling the dairy at the other van. I wasn't at the rules session, but apparently the driver (both Grad Assts) was responsible for avoiding the incoming ordinance. They would speed to to 60-70 mph and then slam on the brakes. They would swerve from lane to Lane, take to the burn, tailgate, slam on the brakes in front of the tailgater, etc. Everyone was laughing, having a great time. I'm in the back row fearing for my life. I finally told them to pull over and let me out. They belittled me for a while and refused to stop. I tried to suck it up IDK about 15 minutes later, I freaked out and insisted that they pull over. They did, scolded me for being a p*ssy, and then let me know that they were out of ammo. They pulled over just to tell me that I was a p\say. And then we went on our way.
I told coach and nothing: said I was making too big a deal of it.
Point is I came around. Never p#ssed out at hazing, vandalism, assh÷lery again.