I guess the hazing was to be expected, but there was no telling it would get this bad.
It started innocuously enough. The railing seemed good-natured at first, but before long the tone of it grew sinister with faintly veiled contempt.
The whispers and giggles that babbled up whenever I went past turned into raucous hollering down the hallways, choruses of whooping laughter rising maddeningly whenever I was tripped over, ringing in my ears as I lay on the floor in humiliation.
Well now I accept defeat, I refuse to play a game I am fixed to lose.