Let’s set the scene: Dim lighting. Crowded house. Case upon case of beer, and gatorade upon gatorade cooler full of jungle juice. Sounds like the perfect night for a new college freshman right? Well, that part is right. However it’s not for the inexperienced. I was invited to said Fraternity party by a friend, and was so excited because it was my first frat party. I had just joined my sorority a few days prior, and was ready to go. I spent hours picking out my outfit making sure I looked good for my first encounter with these fraternity men. Then came time for the pre-game, because honestly I don’t even go to the grocery store most times without pre-gaming. My friends were being lame and didn’t want to come to my dorm on campus. So, being the silly freshman I was I decided to face a bottle of Captain Morgan on my own before getting on the bus that took me to my sorority house. Now, I don’t condone drinking alone, it should really always be done with friends among you. I faced the bottle of Captain and was feeling invincible, no amount of alcohol could stop me right? Wrong. I got on the bus and rode it to my sorority house to meet up with my sisters who were coming to the party with me. We headed over to the fraternity house and went inside. The first thing we went for was the jungle juice. Jungle juice is a double-edged sword. It tastes like there’s no alcohol in it when in actuality it’s loaded with alcohol, and who knows what else. I chugged about three cups and was still feeling invincible. My friends and I drank, did keg-stands, and talked to cute fraternity men, all in all a great experience. Then it came time to leave, and that’s when the “ratchetness” ensued. I walked out of the house and then all the alcohol hit me. I laid down in the backyard and started rolling around because I thought I was on fire. Why? I have no idea. Could’ve been all that Captain Morgan I drank before I got there. Anyway, after making a scene I got up and started to walk back to my friend’s house I was staying, not realizing I had dropped my phone in the backyard of the frat house when I was rolling around on the grass. I get to her house, and she lays me on the couch and I pass out. In the middle of the night I get up and use the bathroom, and not finding my way back to the couch somehow end up on the kitchen floor with a pillow and blanket. I wake up in a panic at 6 am screaming about my phone, and run out of their house. I had sorority events all day and it was pouring out, so I couldn’t even look for my phone for an entire day. After my events were over, I went to the backyard of the frat house to look for my iPhone. There, by the grace of god under a leaf, was my iPhone. I thought sure it wouldn’t work. I dried it off the best I could and went back to my dorm to charge it. Sure enough, it worked and I currently still have this phone in my possession to this day. That was three years ago. Moral of the story is never pre-game by yourself, Jungle juice in fact DOES have alcohol in it, and the older iPhone models are way more durable than the newer ones. Oh, and everyone needs to have at least one ratchet experience as a Freshman, isn’t that what Freshman year is for?
Please use ‘fraternity’, not ‘frat’.
