My Parents Wouldn't Pay for My Tuition to a State School, but I Found My Home at Beta
Photo by Artur (RUS) Potosi / CC BY 2.0
April 10, 2019 at 1:28 am
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.