Rifle runs, black home/rose garden/pit, marching down the sea plane ramps, etc.were all normal.
Heaven help you if you left your locker ynlicje. Beside the shaving cream covered hurricane that were all your belongings, your rifle was now buried in many pieces in the flower beds surrounding the battalion. The hour you spent digging everywhere to find the various pieces were essentially mostly extremely long and extremely intense OT sessions by one DI after another. Everyone knows how much Marines hate those who lose their rifles... Then trying to do drill holding the pieces you had managed to find to that point was a real spectacle...hilarious for the rest of us even though we ended up having the dog shit PTed out of us too for not “looking out” for our classmate. If all the pieces weren’t found in a few days by the unlucky candidate, the rest of the class got to join the fun and games.
Outposting was especially “fun” with every DI participating. It happened right after the latest commissioning parade and the newly commissioned Ensigns got to show their families poopies being brutalized as they left the Indoc barracks for the Batt. Being a show, it was exceptionally intense with extra DI’s screaming, performing and PTing candidates. It wouldn’t be allowed to be seen today.