Choosing a frat isn’t just picking letters—it’s picking a lifestyle. You’re not just signing up for parties and T-shirts. You’re picking your future groomsmen, your intramural ride-or-dies, and the dudes who’ll pick you up when you feel like you just can’t take another step. Choose wisely.
First step? Ignore the rankings. Every campus has a “top house” with six dudes who peaked in high school and live off of borrowed clout. Don’t get blinded by the hype. Rush is like dating—you want real chemistry, not just good Instagram stories.
Walk into every house with open eyes. Does it feel right? Do you vibe with the guys? Can you actually see yourself posted up with these dudes at 3 a.m., ordering 40 chicken nuggets and talking about aliens? If not—move on.
Don’t fake it, be yourself. If you’re a chill guy who likes tailgates and Xbox, don’t pledge the house full of finance bros who treat pong like it’s Olympic trials. You’ll be miserable. Find your people. The frat that feels like a friend group, not a job interview.
Also, watch how the brothers treat each other. Are they laughing, chirping, genuinely having a good time? Or is it weird and fake and everyone’s flexing their dad’s boat? That tells you everything.
And yeah, parties matter. But every frat has parties. What you want is the crew you want to party with. The guys who’ll throw down on a Friday and still help you move a couch Saturday morning without asking questions.
At the end of the day, don’t pick the “best” frat. Pick the one that’s best for you. The letters don’t make the brotherhood. The brothers do.Rush smart. Rush hard. Rush somewhere you can truly be yourself, just with more beer, intramural sports, and matching polos.
