"How?", she asked, curiously.
I leaned forward and whispered, "You hold it firmly between the knees."
Marilyn's face lit up in a huge grin. "She obviously never got that lesson!"
I kept her talking about growing up in such a big family, and it was easy, since she was very much a family girl. In many ways, except for meeting me, Saint Rose was very much a mistake for Marilyn. Family was critical, and this was the first time in her life she was away from them. Without the structure of family life she was adrift in a sea of endless changes. While she never admitted it to me, I already knew from experience that she was already on academic probation after her first semester. She lacked the focus and discipline necessary to keep at her studies. I also got her talking about teaching and children. She was majoring in elementary education, and wanted to teach at the grade school level. Again, her lack of focus and drive would be a problem in the future. She never went back to school to get her masters, which is pretty much a requirement, even though most school districts give you five years and will pay for it.
Still, I just loved hearing her talk like this, so young and innocent and full of plans for the future. I let her chatter away, which was astonishingly easy. Certainly all of our children wondered if she ever stopped talking. I would tell them she even talked in her sleep. Finally, after dinner, drinks, and dessert, it was time to leave. The snow was still coming down slowly, but it wasn't sticking much yet. I bundled her into the car and drove back to Saint Rose.
I held onto her in the lee of the doorway and kissed her. "I want to see you again."
"Me too. When?"
"Tomorrow. Monday. Tuesday. You tell me when."
"Next Friday.", she replied. "You know, you still haven't told me anything about your family yet."
"I haven't drunk anywhere near enough to talk about them." She opened the door into the closed foyer of her building. "Give me your phone number."
She jotted down a number on a slip and I tucked it into my pocket. We had one last, long kiss and then I drove back to the dorm.
Chapter 29: Polar Bears and Baby Seals
I talked to Marilyn on the phone Sunday afternoon, and a couple of times more during the week. She was an excellent way to take my mind off classes. I was beginning to doubt the wisdom of what I was attempting to do. Being a genius is all well and good, but 24 credits is still a shitload of credits and hours! This semester I was taking mostly junior level courses with a few senior classes tossed in. By the end of the semester, assuming I didn't crack up and start drooling, I would have about 100 credits or more. This semester I was taking Assembler Language and Compiler Design, among the computer courses, and Information Theory and Topology, among the math courses. I was also starting to spend time with Professor Rhineburg, who taught both the Information Theory and Topology courses. Both subjects were completely fascinating, and had been of interest to me way back when. That was where I wanted to get my doctorate, and I was trying to stay in his good graces. What I was trying to do was unusual but not unheard of; he could either be a big help or put the kibosh on the whole thing!
The plan was that I was going to pick her up on Friday and we would go out for dinner and a movie, but plans change. Around lunchtime, word came down that all pledges needed to be at the house after dinner, but that it wasn't anything secret. You could bring a girl and head out afterwards. When I picked up Marilyn, I told her I didn't know what was happening, but that we could eat over at Kegs and then go out afterwards. She simply shrugged and agreed.
Dinner was always served on the dot at six, so I picked her up and we drove over about half past five or so. I parked in the back, and as we walked into the main house, we saw several guys standing on the frozen surface of the swimming pool. We didn't drain the pool, so the ice in mid-February was several inches thick. Curious, we wandered over to the edge, and were quite mystified. "What's going on?", I asked.
Jack Jones and Bill Swayzack were in the process of cutting a hole in the ice with a chain saw, while Ted Mackinaw, a senior was supervising. Ted was the House Manager this year, and controlled all the power tools and the pool. Jack looked over and said, "What's it look like we're doing?! We're cutting a hole in the ice."
I turned towards Marilyn. "I know I'm going to regret this." Turning back to the trio on the ice, I asked, "Why?"
"Tonight's the polar bear swim.", answered Bill.
My eyes suddenly widened. Oh, Holy Christ! The polar bear swim! I had always managed to avoid this the last time through, but every winter you see these idiots on TV, cutting holes in the ice and going swimming. Kegs had a pool, so Kegs had to have a swim! "This is voluntary, right!?" I had no desire to jump in freezing water to prove my manliness.
"Absolutely!" Satisfied with their first hole, the three of them moved about six feet away and started carving a second hole in the ice.
Marilyn looked at me and was as stumped as I was. "What's the second hole for?", she asked.
Ted gave an evil grin. "Well, the polar bears go down one hole, but they have to come up the other hole.", he said, pointing his finger. "Only baby seals jump in and climb back out, and you know what happens to baby seals, don't you?"
This didn't sound promising. "What?" I just had to ask.
It was Swayzack who answered. "Baby seals get clubbed to death, and then get skinned for their coats!"
Marilyn squawked at that. "That's gross!"
"Come on, let's go in and get out of the cold. It's freezing out here! These idiots are going to catch pneumonia.", I told her.
"You aren't going to..."
"NO WAY!"
The dining room was packed tonight, with most of the brothers, all of the pledges, and about half a dozen girlfriends. It was simple enough fare, being beef stew and bread, and the main topic was who were polar bears and who was going to become a polar bear. Several of my fellow pledges had decided to try it, along with a couple of sophomores who had skipped last year. As always, there were some real nuts who did it every year. No thank you! The only insanity in my family was Hamilton!
After dinner, Thad Johnson, the Chancellor, yelled for everyone to head to the formal room for a quick meeting. This was a bit curious, but I thought he just wanted to get a list of names of the next of kin for anybody dumb enough to jump in the pool. Suddenly there was a mad scramble as all of the brothers ran into the formal room. There was a definite pecking order in the seating arrangements. Seniors and quick juniors got the couches and armchairs, and sophomores and slow juniors lounged on the carpeted floor. Most girlfriends sat on laps, but Marilyn was offered a corner of a couch, and she crammed in. Joe Bradley moved to sit on the floor, but was stopped and ordered to stay upright. It was finally just us pledges standing in the formal room, surrounded by everybody else. Curiously, Thad was seated at a folding table and holding his gavel of office, like he did during house meetings, which I hadn't started attending yet.
Thad motioned everyone into silence and then looked at the 15 pledges standing before him. "Pledges, you have been called here this evening for a most important reason. Tonight we will be having a trial. One of you has been charged with a crime for which there can be no excuse, and no leniency. One of you has profaned the oath you took as a pledge. One of you stands at the very edge of the abyss!", he thunderously intoned.