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I forgot to mention the mud bath. Back then people would check if they were admitted to the uni by either the TV or going to the campus; and the veterans readied a big pool of mud for the freshmen. I was already aware of that so I was wearing old clothes, and even joined the vets who were drinking wine ("a true chemist likes alcohol!" or something like this). Note that nobody threw me in mud, they only said "jump, jump, jump!"
They did throw me in the mud as a veteran though. But that was the folks from my own year.