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VI. Becoming a Brother 1
Well, the day came. I had been rushing for several weeks now, have gotten to know the guys, the house and LXA. Again, I wasn't sure exactly what the next step was to becoming a member. After all, joining a fraternity is something most people only do once in their lives.
It was just a regular night of playing pool, watching the game etc. There weren't any decorations, or people running around. It was pretty much like any other night.
Kevin B. was the president at the time. He was a tall, slender, muscular guy. He was older than all of us, he had served several years in the Navy and had the discipline about him. Like many others, he had no intention in joining a fraternity in his mid-twenties. He had originally just rented a room in Gamma Zeta, eventually associated/pledged and became the president some time afterwards.
He was a guy that demanded respect, and got it. He kept a clean house, an organized house, and a respectful house. You just didn't mess with him. There were always alot of stories about him, true or not I don't know, but most were not willing to find out. He was always a nice and generous guy, but you always knew he could snap you like a twig if he wanted to.
It was his last semester at Umass and I really never got to know him. We talked and hung out a couple times, but it was tough for an 18 year old freshman to really relate to a 26 or 27 year old senior. Kevin in my opinion was probably the best president that I ever was a member under.
I was called into his room that night, with several other GZ's in there already. I was handed an envelope, opened it and read the letter.
It was my bid letter. A smile came over my face.
I don't remember what it said because they had used a really fancy font and couldn't really read it. Years later when I was in charge of printing the bid letters I would finally know the text of it. Despite that, I pretty much knew what it said and could read the time and date.
I shook a few hands, said some thank you's, and took a toast with my future brothers. It was a good night, but it really wasn't that memorable. I don't want to sound like I was over confident, but I knew that everyone was getting along and I was expecting a bid letter.
Tomorrow: "Sex, Shower, Sleep and Sports"
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