Oh how I wish I could be there myself, to walk around the campus and tweak the noses (figuratively) of various people. There is an art to this, mind you.
Let’s see now. . .
If somebody handed me a white ribbon and asked me to take the pledge, I would rattle off a quick list of other things that I might pledge not to do, and would demand to know why they didn’t want me to take THOSE pledges.
E.G. I pledge not to commit arson. . . . I pledge not to drive while drunk . . I pledge not to rob convenience stores. . . I pledge not to be a pickpocket who snatches watches. . . I pledge not to be a peeping Tom who . . eh . . . watches…. um….yes…. Okay! I pledge not to be a crooked stockbroker . . . I pledge not to superglue car door locks. . . I pledge not to kick fluffy kittens . . . I pledge not to eat food at the supermarket without paying for it . . . I pledge not to shoot heroin. . . I pledge…..I pledge. . . I pledge. . .!
I would make clear how grossly offensive it would be, to ask a random stranger to take any such “pledges” as these — especially when you had no reason to assume that he would ever even commit any of the listed actions.
And then I would demand to know why in hell the pledge they were presently asking me to take should be considered in any light other than what I had just described.
Finally, I would grab that ribbon, thoroughly chew it up, and suavely offer it back to them laden with saliva -- "I don't care for the flavor; you keep it!" I would nonchalantly toss it on the ground if they didn’t take it, and then I would walk away.
The possible variations of ad lib and nuance would be nearly infinite, but the key to this scenario would be timing, delivery, and aplomb.
If you had a partner doing a video capture, that would be sheer perfection, and a gift to the movement that would keep on giving.
Hey, you could EVEN post this little essay on a blog, and circulate the URL around campus.