What Sophomores won't do to get JP's
The year was winding down in the Spring of 1991. My term as a sophomore
cadet was nearing completion, and soon I would wear a white belt with all
the privileges that that affords. I would soon be a junior. I couldn't
wait. My cadet father was one Robert Nogueras. That means that he was
the one who hunted me down at yell practice (or would the next year). So
one day, about two weeks prior to the time when my class was slated to be
awarded Junior Privileges, henceforth referred to as JP's, I was in
room, and we started an interesting discussion. Robert was bored, and
wanted something interesting to happen. This was always dangerous. The
rule was that when something was amusing for the upperclassmen, it meant
that the underclassmen would end up doing lots of push-ups, be humiliated,
or both. Anyway, he challenged me to do something spectacular. So I
thought for a minute, and said I would streak the dorm. Streak the dorm.
As in, parade through the dorm butt naked? No way. He didn't believe me.
He was so sure I would never do it, that he came out and said, "Rich, if
you streak the dorm, I'll get you JP's right here, right now, two weeks
early." He obviously didn't think I had the gumption. "Okay" I said,
"Right here, right now. No time like the present." And I began tossing
articles of clothing aside as I strolled to the door. And I kept
my clothes until I had none left to toss away. By then I was halfway down
the hall. "The whole dorm Rich!" he cried, "You won't do it!" But I did.
Now let me interject here by saying that I am not a nudist. Just FYI. And
I kept my flip-flops on since it is a senior privilege to walk barefoot.
Anyway, I leisurely strolled from one floor to another with an increasing
number of fellow cadets bursting into the hallway with mixed reactions
ranging from shock (characterized by open mouthed amazement) and amusement
(normally accompanied by hysterical laughter - at my physique or my
The female cadets tended to be shocked. That didn't keep them from
Thank god I didn't get a woody. Not that I would have. I felt triumphant
on that shocking walk about the dorm. And relaxed. I got my JP's two
early that day, and Robert could never say that I hadn't done what he
believe that I would do. That was definitely a motivating factor. It was
because he was so convinced that wouldn't that I did. And I enjoyed my
What's funnier is that I seemed to have started a sort of tradition since
two years later, my grandson, Jeff Domenge, streaked the dorm just as I
had to earn his JP's from my son, Ron Bartch. I don't know if anyone
does this or not, but that is the story of how I got my JP's.
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