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fish Day
At our 30th reunion, as we had at every
other reunion, the attending members of Heaven's Eleven
'72, and their wives and guests, gathered Saturday night
in the hotel room of one of our "buds". That
night, in Jack and Margaret's room at the Hilton, we
saw movies and snapshots of our time at A&M, caught
up on each others' lives, and relived our college experiences.
To provoke some non-X-rated discussion, T.E. asked a
leading question: "What was the most important
thing that you learned in the Corps at A&M?"
Some said, "leadership;" others said, "self-confidence;"
someone said, "discipline;" and another said,
"that I could do more than I thought I could."
When it was my turn, I said, "There is no game
if I choose not to play." That answer appeared
to surprise and/or confuse the group. But behind my
answer lay the experience of fish day.
A freshman in the Corps of Cadets at Texas
A&M University is governed by a bewildering set
of rules, traditions, and expectations. It is the job
of the upper classmen to turn a random bunch of "high
school hairys" into a cohesive class of Aggies.
That job takes the better part of two semesters. By
the end of March, the fish have learned almost everything
they need to know about being a CT
Ag in their next three years, and are starting to look
forward to passing on that knowledge to the next year's
fish class. In the Corps, there is almost always an
opportunity to demonstrate that some lesson has been
learned. So it was natural that there would be a period
set aside to assess the fish class's readiness to be
pissheads
- it was called fish day.
The fish were told that from first call
to call-to-quarters on an upcoming day, they were going
to switch roles with the pissheads. Imagine the gleeful
anticipation in every fish hole, as the occupants contemplated
how they would "out-pisshead" the pissheads;
how they would get some measure of revenge for the way
the pissheads had treated them for some eight months.
The fact that the day chosen for the role reversal was
April 1st probably didn't register in their fish brains.
As the time came for the whistle jock
to start his rounds on fish day, the first inkling appeared
that something wasn't as it should be - all was quiet.
A couple of the "fish-heads", sensing an opportunity
to apply correction, headed for the room of the pisshead
who had been designated as the day's whistle jock. What
they found was two bag-rats, and all efforts to rouse
them failed. Unfortunately, a couple of juniors appeared
(another indication of something amiss - you usually
didn't see *one* of our juniors in the hall until milliseconds
before the required formation time, much less two of
them), and started chiding the fish-heads for failure
to sufficiently motivate the pisshead whistle-jock
to perform his assigned duty. The day went downhill
from there.
It took Herculean effort for the fish-heads
to get all the pissheads out of their rooms and into
close proximity to the wall. Some of the fish-heads
who violently entered pisshead rooms to retrieve them,
were greeted with shaving cream or trash cans full of
water. What the fish-heads found, when the pissheads
finally moseyed out into the hall, however, was the
most eclectic combination of uniforms, civvies, PT gear,
and random material used as clothing that they had ever
seen. The only pisshead that had an appropriate, full
uniform, had it on exactly backwards. In response to
fish-head attempts at campusology examinations, the
pissheads either went mute, gave random responses, or
pretended to understand and speak a language not common
to this planet. In short, they refused to "play
the game", and no amount of yelling of commands
by the fish-heads could get them to cooperate. To make
matters worse, the juniors and seniors continued berating
the fish-heads for their failure to control their charges.
A day that the fish had eagerly looked forward to, had
degenerated into one of the most frustrating experiences
in their lives.
Usually, fish try to spend as little time
in the dorm as possible. The more time a fish is in
the dorm, the higher the likelihood that he will have
an unpleasant encounter with an upper classman. On fish
day, however, the fish-heads quickly determined that,
although they were considered upper classmen, their
wisest choice was still to avoid the dorm because the
pissheads, through their steadfast refusal to "play
the game", made the situation unbearable. The social
institution known as the Texas A&M Corps of Cadets
obviously depended on the willingness of the cadets
to conform to its rules, traditions, and expectations
(known as "playing the game"). When a significant
number of the cadets were no longer willing to do so,
that institution became non-functional.
That's when it dawned on me - the lesson
of fish day was a universal truth. There is no game
if I choose not to play. The difference between civilization
and anarchy, between progress and stagnation, is the
willingness of the vast majority of human beings to
comply with the rules, traditions, and expectations
of that civilization. A corollary is the adage, "It
takes two to have an argument."
I don't even remember fish day of our
pisshead year. I do know that the tradition was still
active eighteen years later, when my brother was a BQ
fish - he still hasn't forgiven me for not telling him
what to expect. I also know that during the four years
that my son, Thomas, recently spent in the Corps at
A&M, no cadet I asked knew anything about fish day.
The most important thing I learned
there is no longer being taught.
John (Yankus) Yantis
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