My #fratlife: Mu Alpha Theta

Nothing like waking up in the morning and putting on the letters of my brethren.
Photo from Mu Alpha Theta Twitter page

Nothing like waking up in the morning and putting on the letters of my brethren. Photo from Mu Alpha Theta Twitter page

Patrick Roghaar, Copy Editor

Greek life isn’t for everyone. Not everyone is alpha enough to take rush week by the horns and ride it senselessly around town, establishing dominance at every frat house in the row. Some people get into the fraternity of their choice. Some people get put into the dumpster filled with old mattresses and endless amounts of white claws. And for some, the elites, they get in to the most prestigious fraternity chapter to ever exist: Mu Alpha Theta. This is my story of my experiences living as a frat rat.

I entered the house in building 9 upstairs during rush week. The main floor pit was called the “classroom” and the house president John greeted me. He was insane. Despite the teacher vibes he gave off, John liked my style and could tell I was all for this top tier establishment. Mu Alpha Theta had recently been put on probation for excessive hazing and being too harsh to a pledge, something about a calculator, but I’m not sure. Rush week was stressing me out. After a Rho Kappa dad physically kicked me out for not knowing the history of that chapter and a Beta Chi Member told me I wasn’t loud and hyped enough, this was my last shot of meeting new brothers and starting a bond that would last forever. I dressed in my best outfit and put on my biggest smile and made sure to solve any problem John threw at me, and before I knew it I entered the MAO brotherhood.

John was a crazy human being. He held what he liked to call “competitions” every Wednesday to assess pledges. They were rather organized, and if you didn’t do as John instructed, there were consequences. John placed you on the chopping block of the frat. The carnage column, as he put it. I was terrified walking into the fraternity row library, where these competitions were held. Senior members growled at me, juniors knew their way around the competitions and were comfortable, and my fellow pledges were competing against me, so they wanted to end my existence. All in all, life as MAO has put me on track to be the best human being I can. I’ve built friendships, distributed memories, and helped solve some problems for my ex in the neighboring sorority. Solving things for my ex is tough; I mean why would I would the one to do that, right? Anyways, rush MAO today.