So on Sunday night as I was strolling along outside of KD, my arms full of 20-Something goodness, I was assaulted.
No, not the, hold-a-gun-to-my-head- assaulted. I was verbally assaulted.
It was more of like a I’m-with-my-homies-so-I am- going-to-hate-on-you assaulted.
For those of you who are new to OSU there is a certain “hatin” that goes on between those who are Greek and those who are not.
For as far back as I can remember this “hatin” has been going on. Most of time nothing comes up of this “hatin” but certain times this “hatin” rears its ugly head.
This was one of those times. A Chevrolet Avalanche rolled on past KD, full of frat guys yelling obscenities.
Some included “GDI’s suck b***’s!” “Frat life for life!” and others. Now, while I was slightly offended after they specified “Hey you with the Bags!”, I took a mental note.
While yes, I am a “God D*** independent, (one who is not involved in greek life) , I also realized that living on campus is kinda of like being in the greek system.
You live on a floor full of people that are students like you that have the same stresses, worries and concerns as you do. You grow to like that person, share your personal experiences, and form a bond with that person that will last you after college. Some may call this “networking”, something the greek system takes pride in saying it’s members get when they join.
So with that in mind, and the fact that I am paying less for more room in my dorm than they have in their own bedrooms I skipped my merry way to Wentz.