The Last One, I Swear!

I distinctly heard someone from my pledge class approach me earlier tonight and call me "Stephanie." I pretended not to hear her say it by ignoring her. After a few moments, she must have had a small "OH FUCK" epiphany and realize what she just did because she backed away from me and we both pretended it did not happen.

But you know, it really did happen.

Oh, can't you just feel the close bonds of "brotherhood" in our fraternity?

At my first or second interview party, I approached this guy to ask for an interview because all the other actives were busy. When I walked up to him and said in my cheery-interview-voice, "Hi! Are you an active? Can I interview you?" he gave me this very judgmental stare-down and said very bluntly in a no-nonsense kind of way, "No."

I am not going to waste my time bitching about the details of that incident because 1) it happened almost three months ago and 2) the asshole's character is not worth my time to develop in writing, and 3) I, of course, have a lot of other things to bitch about and three-month old grudges are not nearly as cathartic to write about as more recent incidents.

Anyway, I basically hated that guy from that moment onwards. I do not think I have ever disliked a person that much based on first impressions before.

Well, this same guy was present at the event tonight. Somehow, he migrated over to my area of the room, where we were cutting out construction paper footprints, and made more comments along the same lines, specifically directed at me, that really pissed me off.

First of all, I did not have to be there to help out because I did not sign up for the event and I would not receive credit for it, yet I was there for over two hours working diligently. I did NOT NEED little fucking bitches like him making snarky remarks at me in my own House Lounge. If we weren't in a"public" area, I would have told him to get the fuck out.

Secondly, I have never actually met or had any real interaction with this guy before, so WHY THE FUCK WAS HE BEING SUCH A LITTLE BITCH TO ME?! He acted as though he held some kind of secret grudge against me, but as much as I bitch about the fraternity in my blog, I have not actually done anything offensive enough in the presence of any actives or pledges to warrant this kind of retaliation.

People like him exemplify all that I dislike about the fraternity, and then some.

The worst part is, he is my favorite-fellow-pledge's grandbig.

(I know you are all sick and tired of reading another post with me bitching about my fraternity, so this will (I promise!) be the last one for a while. Updates on the many aspects of my non-Greek life (because many more positive things are going on in that half of my life) will resume shortly.)

One of my roommates mentioned to me today that a second-year girl in her Japanese group for a project told her that she was miserable at UCSD during her first-year and seriously considered transferring to another school until she joined a fraternity/sorority and now she loves it here and could not imagine going anywhere else. After telling my roommate how I agreed with what that girl said about how getting involved was really important in attaining happiness in college (because college life is depressing as hell if you just sit on your ass in your room all day), I summed up my reflections about my frat experiences in one short sentence fragment: "... but honestly, I don't like my frat that much."

Do you know what my roommate said in response?

Nothing.

She laughed a scornful, mocking laugh, and then sat her ass down in front of her laptop and watched more episodes of godknows what show she is currently hooked on.

Awesome.

P.S. I think I want a single next year.