The pay phone next to the common room rang often. As a 3rd former, if I was in the common area near a 6th former when the phone rang, she would yell out, “Get the phone newb!”
I answered the phone and looked for the person requested.
If a 6th former was thirsty and I was in the kitchen she would yell, “Get me some water newb!”
I got a glass and filled it with water.
I didn’t mind the hazing so much as being called newb (new boy). If I was going to accept a derogatory term I preferred it was newg (new girl).
I never thought of telling any of the teachers or advisers. I wanted to be cool, accepted. Resisting the commands seemed like a definite way to not be liked. I had no idea how far things would go.