Dating a fraternity brother
That fall, he enrolled at Dartmouth, where he had wanted to go for as long as he could remember.
His late grandfather, Austin Lohse, had played football and lacrosse for Big Green, and both Andrew and his older brother, Jon, a Dartmouth junior, idolized him as the embodiment of the high-achieving, hard-drinking, fraternal ethos of the Dartmouth Man, or what Lohse calls a "true bro." A Dartmouth Man is a specific type of creature, and when I ask Lohse what constitutes true bro-ness, he provides an idealized portrait of white-male privilege: "good-looking, preppy, charismatic, excellent at cocktail parties, masculine, intelligent, wealthy (or soon to become so), a little bit rough around the edges" – not, in other words, a "douchey, superpolished Yalie." A true bro, Lohse adds, can also drink inhuman amounts of beer, vomit profusely and keep on going, and perform a number of other hard-partying feats – Dartmouth provided the real-life inspiration for – that most people, including virtually all of Lohse's high school friends, would find astounding.
Yes, our amazingly hype, over zealous, extra eager babies! They’ll engage you with hilarious, horrendous, mesmerizing and sometimes dramatized stories that sound like something out of a movie.
Because we love our newbies, we didn’t want them to hop on this Greek Life wave without giving them the proper tools to ride it. And while all of this is thoroughly entertaining, no matter how long the person has been in the organization, you will rarely hear them speak on what they experienced after they crossed (outside of parties/probates).
Even though your process dictates HOW you start, it does not DEFINE how you continue to leave your mark. The meat of our existence is based on you making an even stronger presence after your probate mask comes off.
Brag about the awesome initiatives you’re implementing.
Girls on the inside of Harvard’s fraternities have privileged access to the real character of the campus’ Greek life, which they say is a far cry from the beer-chugging, toga-wearing stereotype.
As Garbarino readily admits, “I feel this fondness for the boys.” SAE brother William L.
The individuals recognized by the fraternity as founders are known as the Seven Jewels, who were Henry Arthur Callis, Charles Henry Chapman, Eugene Kinckle Jones, George Biddle Kelley, Nathaniel Allison Murray, Robert Harold Ogle, and Vertner Woodson Tandy.
Five feet 10 with large blue eyes and the kind of sweet-faced demeanor that always earned him a pass, he grew up in the not-quite-rural, not-quite-suburban, decidedly middle-class town of Branchburg, New Jersey, and attended a public school where he made mostly A's, scored 2190 on his SATs and compiled an exhaustive list of extracurricular activities that included varsity lacrosse, model U. (he was president), National Honor Society, band, orchestra, Spanish club, debate and – on weekends – a special pre-college program at the Manhattan School of Music, where he received a degree in jazz bass.
He also wrote songs; gigged semiprofessionally at restaurants throughout New York, New Jersey and Connecticut; played drums for a rock band; chased, and conquered, numerous girls; and by his high school graduation, in 2008, had reached the pinnacle of adolescent cool by dating "this really hot skanky cheerleader," as he puts it.
Smith ’03 says that at colleges with residential Greek life, the mom is traditionally an older woman who lives in the house, often the widow of an SAE.
Her job in the fraternity is to offer maternal love to the students who live away from their own families.
Its archives are preserved at the Moorland-Spingarn Research Center.