Tommy,
I started at Hyde in the summer of 1987, before the first of my two junior years there. They didn't call their wilderness trips "outpost," they called them "attitude trips" On these and on "2/4," their favorite meaningless torture exercise was called the "cheops" pile. They had a monstrous pile of sticks out in the back field and they'd make us move the pile about a hundred yards down the field stick by stick. Then, when the whole pile was transferred, they'd have us move it back again, stick by stick. Just for kicks, if they felt our attitude wasn't good, they'd halt process to have us do some calisthenics.
Oh yeah, and the sports programs there were BRUTAL. It was as if they didn't consider being on a sports team to be a character building experience unless they ran you until you were puking. True, I was in ridiculously good physical shape (I'm talking muscles on top of muscles - no kidding). But what good is that when you can't even get laid without getting publicly shamed for it when people found out?
I wasn't exaggerating when I said that going to college was like being let out of prison (Why Arizona State? Check out Playboy's girls of the Pac-10 pictorial and you'll understand why - especially after you've spent a few winters in Maine).