Senior Year Farewell Tour

Last night I came to the realization that my best years of being in a fraternity may in fact be behind me.

As any senior may relate, there comes a time when partying in the frat house or dingy basements doesn’t hit the same as it used to. I no longer get that same rush as a freshman of heading into the house ready to down some beers or spit game at 5 different girls who I know won’t end up in my bed. I may be in the minority here but I have to be honest, being around freshman and sophomores makes me feel like a Vietnam War vet. These kids have no idea whats coming to them for the next 2 or 3 years. These young people are gonna see some shit and do some shit they have probably never imagined doing.

When I was a freshman I came in thinking that partying and drinking until I can’t see 3 feet in front of me was going to be a timeless activity but as senior I cant say I look forward to that anymore. Nowadays, cracking a busch light apple and smoking a dart on the porch on a sunny September afternoon with the fellas has become the new favorite past time. I now look forward to blowing my money at the bars instead of blowing chunks in my dorm room after trying Jack Daniels for the first time. The evolution of going from a young alcoholic to just an older and more depressed one comes pretty fast and hits harder than Mr. Rice in an elevator.

As my senior year begins Im able to say that I enjoyed my younger years but I’d be lying If I said Id miss it. I will now proudly spend my golden years at the bars buying overpriced mixed drinks and smoking darts at dages while I pass the torch to the next generation of degenerates to eventually take my place. Seniors, my hats go off to you. Let’s ride.

Written by rigatoni

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