Wednesday, April 27, 2005

The Initiation

Much to my son's dismay, there was no wine to be drunk out of skulls. No pentagrams, arcane knowledge, or mysterious handshakes were shared.

Instead, there was a speech by a gentleman who had participated in the Ironman Triathlon. I have yet to figure out exactly HOW that connects to the National Honor Society (the group he'd been asked to join). But it does illustrate the power of sports here in Boomer Sooner Land.

Even the cake afterwards did not make up for the lack of ritual, mystery, or scholar-related activities...

6 comments:

Keeefer said...

How dull! Your son, should have rolled up his trouser leg and uttered some latin profanity every time he shook hands with someone, that way they would think they were joining his secret society and begin to follow suit. Before you know it he will have a dedicated and loyal following of people who have no idea what society their in .....and societies dont come more weird, mysterious or secret than that.

Lita said...

Maybe they are saving the wine filled skulls, pentagrams, and arcane knowledge til after the parents leave.

Jodie said...

Keeef, that sounds JUST like something my son would like to do. So I have to think very, very hard about whether or not I should tell him...and Lita, you're probably right -- they ARE teenagers, after all. :D

Gunnella said...

Not even masks and feathery hats? How booring ;-P
:-D

Jay said...

Aw shucks. I never join a club that doesn't brand its members, at the very least.

Jodie said...

It does seem like a waste, doesn't it? I think our society is seriously lacking in the area of bizarre ritual.