Fraternity

1. Fraternity.

I need to make this one quick, the library is kicking everybody out in 15 minutes. Speed blogging!

I joined my fraternity, Phi Kappa Psi, in Spring of 2014. Like nearly everybody else in the frat, I didn't think I would ever join Greek life before college started. I had no idea what it was, and had no real interest in insane parties and crazy amounts of sexual opportunities. Actually, I did, but I didn't actively think about it.

I'll leave out the story of why I joined and just say that it was pretty much on a whim. I knew that there would never be another opportunity to pledge a fraternity in my life, and most of the kids were cool. I wanted to experience everything college life had to offer, and this seemed like a good way to do it.

If anyone reading this is going into college and is thinking about joining a fraternity or sorority, they have a couple of things to think about. First, you are not going to instantly become friends with everyone in the organization. It's unreasonable to believe that 50 other people are going to be 1. Nice enough to hang out with if you don't have common interests and 2. Not complete racists. Usually, just based on raw statistics, around 2 out of 50 people are complete shitheads. You will have to get used to them or not bother joining.

Also, shit is expensive. I pay around $430 every semester to stay around these shitheads. A lot of the time I don't regret it, but every time I need to give a paycheck to our treasurer I rethink things, at least a little. Parties, women, a replenishing supply of friends and a large amount of career opportunities are great, but I like money too. Just another sacrifice you need to consider.

Lastly, make sure you're joining the right organization. I think I got lucky with picking mine, but I also knew to an extent what I was getting myself into. These guys were diverse, proud gentlemen, and funny. The ideals they were chasing were what I wanted to chase as well. Every once in a while, when the entirety of us are in one place, drinking and having a good time, I get tears in my eyes. I can talk shit about my brothers all day long, but I know that when push comes to shove they have my back. It is an amazing thing to finally call people brother after not having a brother of my own for my childhood. I'm happy to be a part of everything.

aaaand that's my time! A 15 minute train of thought piece that I hope didn't come out too bad, cause I don't have time to read it or go back to see what words I learned how to spell. I'll revisit this topic too, hopefully.

Be back tomorrow for a longer piece, and hopefully more time to write some comedy.