My Only Two Visits To The Frats: A Study in Contrast
The first time I ever went to the frat houses, I was 18. It was the first weekend they were open of my freshman year and my roommate made me go.
I didn’t have fun. I stood outside awkwardly with a random group of people and talked to this drunk guy who couldn’t figure out how a bike worked.
I left very early.
Tonight was the second time I had ever been to the frat houses. I had a rough day, but it was the annual foam party, and Jack and Sarah insisted that I go, and that I would feel better. I went. We danced around, had fun, and I was kind of getting tired and thinking about leaving when ALL of our friends showed up at the same time. The fun started all over again. My guy friends picked me up and carried me under the bubble stream until I was soaked, we all danced together and messed with each other, I got pulled up on the tables by other friends. We stayed until the Phi Taus chanted their “Get Out” song.
This weekend has been one of the best weekends of my time at Centre and it’s all thanks to the fact that I have literally the best friends. I love all of you <3 :)
