My Parents Wouldn't Pay for My Tuition to a State School, but I Found My Home at Beta

Smashing beers on my face? Yeah bro. Breaking tables? Sent. Knocking down fences? Killing it man. 

I've always wanted to go to a state school. It's been my dream for as long as I can remember — it was practically my identity in 10th grade (WE ARE). However, my dad said he'd only pay for me to go to an Ivy.

Naturally, I chose the Social Ivy. At first I was pretty bummed: the people I met were tame and ambitious. Plus, at Penn, it's cool to be a skinny, pretty boy that wears deep v-necks and listens to European house music. I mean, really, what's up with that?

Where were the meat heads? The muscle jocks? The gym rats? The bears?

That's when I stumbled into a "State Day" themed party at Beta: I had finally found my people. Surrounded by a sea of a million colored jerseys, I felt at home. 

Beta for the boys. Beta forever.