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I was not in a frat in college. In fact I despise them. My dad was a Kappa Sig, though, at Illinois. He's still big into all that stuff. I think colleges would be better off without the frats.
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My girlfriend's AKA, and I am going with her to attend the wedding of one of her sorority sisters in Pittsburg in August. I suspect I'll stand out like a sore thumb lol. -
I was more of a loner. Have been all my life. I don't seem readily accepted into groups.
Can't understand it.Comment
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I dont unsterstand the whole frat thing but i did like movie Animal House.phsstt!Comment
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American Kennel Association?! That's mean! I've seen a pictutre of her and she's GORGEOUS!Originally posted by guruComment
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Jack Bauer is so much an old and trusted friend of Guru's he is gonna hunt down Tafnut for his AKA comment and mop the floor with him. And he doesnt even own a mop!Originally posted by tafnutphsstt!Comment
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Originally posted by guru
oooooh - my bad.
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I checked it out and they have "special needs" sections that includes wheel-chairs. I guess, I could go.Originally posted by guru"A beautiful theory killed by an ugly fact."
by Thomas Henry HuxleyComment
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The college I attended did not allow. or see a need to, allow fraternaties or sororities. I thought it was a good thing.Comment
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I'll fess up, I was a Sigma Chi. Any questions, ridicule , or scorn?Comment
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Did you like it?Originally posted by DrJayphsstt!Comment
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"There are a lot of really great guys in that room."
-Doug Neidermeyer, Omega House
"Animal House"
It was OK, not the greatest thing in the world but fun. We weren't the top dog, filthy rich, elitist snob frat on campus. That'd be DKE (Delta Kappa Epsilon) or the Betas (Beta Theta Pi). We were more the wholesome take home to mom sort of guys, though we did our share of partying. (One Sunday morning we were awakened early by a fire truck out front--five fraternity houses in a horseshoe shared a common, small parking area--for a minor fire alarm at the Sigma Nu house. There were five or six girls in robes or various stages of dress on the Sigma Nu porch with their boyfriends. We watched for a couple of minutes, no smoke, no fire, turned to go in and Greg--one of my frat brothers--hits his forehead with his hand and rolls his head skyward and says "My god, I hope we never have a fire on Sunday morning," meaning we would not have many, if any, chics on our porch in bathrobes for all to see.) There was no degrading hazing like picking up hot-sauce covered plums with you butt-cheeks and having to crab-walk race naked with the loser eating the plums (U. of Texas ZTA friend of mine) and so on. We had serious students and slackers alike. Out of our class of 18, five docs and a lawyer (Greg, who was editor of the Harvard Law Review his third year of law school) but also David S., who worked for a bearded and tanned Ahab-type fisherman on his boat along the Carolina shore in the summers and after graduation, and Howard G., who somehow went from classic NJ party-boy to math major to environmental scientist in Utah to potter in Joshua Tree, CA, and Jon B., who was never seen without his soccer ball. I haven't kept my hand in at all, haven't given money as an alum, don't get the Sigma Chi Quarterly (did you know John Wayne was a Sigma Chi? I kid you not). I was a bit of the loner-type someone described above, got into rock climbing then (which the brothers thought was goofy (early '80s), of course now it's GQ/Men's Journal front page cool) and so on, so didn't really forge any permanent friendships with guys in the frat, which I regret. A few were real assholes but there are a few I'd like to have reamined friends with. Drank a lot of beer, schmoozed with a lot of sorority girls, a lot of classic, passive get-married-and-settle-down Southern girls, some outright bi****s, some pretty cool ones that did things like work in the Alaska wild in the summer. I reckon the rich ones (Delta Delta Delta, Chi Omega, Pi Beta Phi) married the Dekes and Betas and they probably deserve each other. Would I do it again? Probably, but as with many things in life, would approach it a bit differently.Comment
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Like DrJay's fraternity, mine eschewed physically demanding hazing, but we did inflict some form of pain on our pledges. One year, we confined them to a large room at the fraternity and played "Bolero" non-stop for something like 24 hours. The brothers, of course, could and did rotate shifts so after an hour or two on duty we could clear our heads. (We also had the advantage of controlling when it was going to end.) Another year we did the same thing with Chinese opera, which can be absolutely excruciating to listen to.
Most of my brothers are now professionals--doctors, dentists, lawyers, professors, engineers.Comment
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Chief Petty Officers' initiations in the Navy used to be (still are?) full of hazing. One standard stunt was to have a large branding iron of the Chief's emblem sitting in a bed of red-hot coals. The initiatee (who was blind-folded from earlier tomfoolery, like drinking 'Truth Serum', which was a combination of some the nastiest things I can imagine) was told to pull his pants down and bend over. Silly me stepped in and tried to stop it, but as I was restrained, they grabbed another poker, hidden away in a bucket of ice, and smacked him on the butt with it (same sensation, I'm told). He screamed, I laughed, but never went to another one. I have NEVER understood that kind of stuff.Originally posted by tandfmanComment
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