Submitted Story: Margarita Mondays
As promised, the Brotherhood will be heard. An unknown author, going by the name of Where’s Wale from George Washington University, tells his story:
After getting hospitalized Thursday (and obviously pussying out of pledging) I missed my psychology final and was told to make it up on Tuesday at 10am. However, becoming a brother the night before meant that it was necessary to get shitfaced the next night. So last night Xi PC went out hard at Loreol Plaza for margaritas and good Mexican food. It wasn’t until the 3rd refill and shot of tequila that I decided to email Maria Gomez and describe the terrible position I was in:
I just today found out I have a lab makeup to do that conflicts with that time. Is there any possible way to take it at a later time in the day? Obviously this test is worth more to me and my grade than my lab, and would have to choose the test over it, but would love to not have problems if at all possible. So any time later in the day would help me, if possible.
Please get back to me asap, and ill respond immediately.
With perfect grammar, I know.
She agreed to allow me to let me take the final today at 1pm at her office at American University. Bottom-line: I continued my night of drinking, woke up at 10:30, studied for an hour, metroed over there and somehow aced the shit. After the exam we started talking about her home in Spain, Christmas shopping and how much we hate the cologne-fumed abercrombie store, and my interest in the psychology field. She then proceeds to take me to a room with pidgeons, rat cages, and all forms of animal testing. I told her this was exactly the thing I would need on my resume, and how interesting it was that she had access that kind of equipment.
Because of my successful completion of pledgeship, I went out and got retarded, I aced my final and now possibly have a research program for the spring semester.
Gotta love Margarita Mondays.
Not much to say after that. Just remember, pledgeship is what you make of it. It can be one hell of a party if you’re good at it.
It’s not hazing. It’s brotherhood.