In the spring, I remember in 2009 Corps brass was simulated hell.
A constant state of soreness from pushups and running for a whole month. Not much sleep. Ridiculous workload of memorization, attention to detail and quick thinking. You were set up to fail... for weeks.
At the end you get your brass after waking up early and going on a long arduous run (13 or so miles) in our case it was cold rain the Monday before we played texas. As the sun came up we did pushups in the fountain and got our brass after that. I remember all the upperclassmen (not the heads) congratulating us. We got to walk back to our dorms and eat at duncan later with the seniors and chilled out for a brief moment that morning. It was a real sense of accomplishment and with it being all over all of us buddies just laughed and shared stories about what just happened the past few weeks.
Two years later my brother joined the outfit and I watched him and his buddies do the same thing. I saw during how broken and stressed he was and how miserable it made him while he was doing it with no end in sight. Once we had the air out for him and his buddies and they made it, doing their pushups in the same fountain and getting their brass, I had to remove myself from the scene for my allergies from all the dust suddenly being unsettled by the class of '15 moving the earth. My little 14 month younger brother had such a look of accomplishment and joy at getting his brass and being done--it was like being a parent on Christmas morning.
I wont forget that they rest of my life and feel sorry for people that don't get to have that type of interaction.
The powers that be that run the place will ruin those types of experiences for new generations. This is just one more example of poor leadership that doesn't know what they have in front of them.