Secret Societies? Frats and sororities
Undercover Brother: Gazette
HIS SOUL MATE. Gazette reporter Dale Wyatt is drawn to
this table because he can't resist the lure of the cowboy.
Today was overwhelming. Standing amid a plethora of tables,
it was difficult to decide which fraternity table to approach.
After 10 minutes of spinning around, I finally decided on two
different ones - one because they looked like "normal" guys
and the other because the guy was wearing a cowboy hat. The
attitudes of the individuals behind the tables differed completely
from a timid "hey," to a loud booming "hello, what's your name?"
followed by a tight handshake. I grabbed a rush schedule for
each frat and headed off. I attended a meet-and-greet barbeque
at the one house. Everyone was friendly. I was taken on a tour
and given a quick introduction to the frat life. At times though,
I felt out of place.
Tonight was another meet-and-greet for the other frat. When
I arrived, I was quickly greeted, introduced to everyone and
handed a beer - they somehow knew the key to my heart. After
everyone arrived, we headed off to the Palasad for some pool,
wings and more beer. These guys were really good at making sure
everyone was involved and taken care of - when they found out
I was vegetarian they immediately ordered a plate of meat-free
nachos and some veggies. Right from the start I felt welcome,
I had all of my questions answered, my stomach filled and my
I headed off to a party at the first frat's house. Unfortunately,
the party was cancelled and they had apparently lost my phone
number so they couldn't call to forewarn me. I was a little
disappointed and after a brief conversation I left having decided
to devote my attention to the other fraternity.
I had to work so I missed the trip to Toronto to see a Blue
Jays game. Oh well - baseball sucks.
Tonight's "around the world party" was wild. There were five
different rooms in the house, each with a different country's
flag and a shot relating to that country. I was given a passport
and in order to get it stamped I had to go room to room and
do each shot. By the end of the night, I felt like the world
was going around me.
Today we drove to Toronto to watch the Argonauts charity football
game. They drove us down, bought our tickets and even gave us
pink shirts to wear in support of the CIBC Run For A Cure. It
was a great time and like everything else, did not cost a cent.
I am beginning to get worn out and there was another all-you-can-drink-for-free
party at the house tonight with a sorority. Fatigue kept me
from partying hard, but it was still a fun time and I am beginning
to develop good relationships with certain members.
Today was the final day of rush and what better way to end
it then by shooting each other with paintballs. We played on
an outdoor course with trenches, buildings and ravines. Tonight
after midnight I find out whether or not they want to offer
me membership. I am so tired I could die.
Editor's note: After all of this, Dale Wyatt is apparently
frat boy material. He was accepted into the frat to which he