"Aca-pantsless": How wooing should be done.

And it begins. Male final clubs haven’t been shy in the least about their initiation shenanigans this week. Initiated members could be found in public places doing very embarrassing things. Noice is on the lookout for you to capture and edify this week’s tomfoolery.

Shenanigan #1: Today, a little before the scandalous class Lit & Sex, Phoenix S.K.  gentlemen, posed as the “Aca-pantsless”, charmed (or blasphemed?) Sanders Theater with a special rendition of “Mr. Sandman.” Some claim Professor Kaiser sported an amused smirk throughout the performance.

Shenanigan #2: Gentlemen of the Fox shamelessly rock out in front of Memorial Church with Rock Band. Again, bow ties.

Fox band. Cute.

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Hi there. This is The Voice Ninja. Who am I? Why have you never seen or heard of me? It’s because I’m a ninja, duh.

Occasionally I’ll come out of the shadows when The Voice hires me for a little espionage. While it’s of questionable morality, sure, I like to think of it as community service. No but really, my feudal Lord (aka TF) caught me plagiarizing in lit-sex and they made me agree to either do this or take a gap year.

So here I am, hiding out in a tree, watching a final club’s induction…or what looks like the beginnings of one. Which final club you ask? Well…it’s the tacky one that looks like a Cantabrigian Hooters: The Owl. And this isn’t the first time they’ve let their owlets outta the bag.

What follows after the jump are the notes I took from the event. Some highlights: random dude with axe, typical bro behavior, and somebody playing Joan of Arc in the leaves.

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!!!PUUURPLE!!!

Hot damn. Some crazy jonx went down at 45 Mt. Auburn earlier tonight.

It was the most rip-roarin’ event since the Big Bang. It was epic. It was Miltonian. It was… The Seneca Info Meeting.

Noice sent one of its bloggers (thaaat’s me!) to investigate the goings on of this semi-secretive and mostly just mind-bogglingly vague “women’s organization.”

Some of you may be wondering whether The Seneca is just a modified female final club with a paper application, or whether it’s a politically correct front for a money laundering scheme.

While I can’t guarantee that much information on the latter was gleaned, I bring to you the who-what-where and the who-wore-what of the information event of the week. Read more after the jump.

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