Ranting in New York: 1st Edition

Ok.
It's been a while!
Now I know that recently the quality of my rants has been sinking, but I've had a couple months to find new interesting things to complain about. Woo.

In case you were unaware, this rant is coming straight from West Point. Best and brightest, hooah?
...Ha ha... Hooah...

It will probably become obvious that my rants become more military oriented, mostly because that is what I am surrounded by. If that's not cool with you, I present you with my most sincere not giving a damn.

Anyways!
Lets discuss stupidity for a little while. I've always found that to be a pleasant topic.

Knowing that most of the three people who ever read this will probably have no idea what "Laundry Duties" are, I will forgo the whole "In case you don't know what this is..." sentence, even though I pretty much wrote it all out here, and just tell you.
Laundry duties are when all of the laundry comes back from the laundry place either on hangers or wrapped up in bundles.
All of the laundry goes to a lucky plebe's (freshman's) room, and all the plebes in the company gather to distribute the laundry to the upper class men.
Small details: The laundry has to be delivered in a very specific order, the people carrying the laundry have to know pretty much every detail of the destination, and upperclassmen are waiting outside the door ready to break the little plebe down to tears.

Our chain of command during Cadet Basic Training decided they should familiarize us with Laundry Duties, so we piled a bunch of people into a tiny dorm room, shut the door and tried to get 'er done.
Now I don't know how it would work with an average mix of people, but pretty much everyone at this school is a person oriented towards leadership. An unfortunate side effect of this can be narrow mindedness. It makes for amusement for me though.
After getting yelled at a lot, and after the room had heated up quite a bit due to the large number of people, a lot of people decided they wanted to be heroes and try to take control of the sweaty mob.
By this time everyone knew that the best way to sort the situation out was to be quiet, so about 3/4 of the people in the room stopped talking. The remaining 1/4 of the room started yelling among themselves to be quiet.
One person would say to be quiet.
"Shut Up!!!" Another would interject.
Next came "Guys Seriously!!! Stop Talking!"
And so it went... At that point my room mate and I decided to leave...