FSU's Greek Life Ban Shouldn't Be What Makes Us Realize There's A Problem

FSU's Greek Life Ban Shouldn't Be What Makes Us Realize There's A Problem

Did we not learn anything from Max Gruver's death at LSU?

On Wednesday, September 13, 2017, LSU lost a student, the Gruver family lost a son, many lost a friend, but the Louisiana State University Phi Delta Theta chapter didn't lose a brother — they were charged in connection to his death. With that being said, we should have learned a lesson and by we, I mean Greek affiliated members across the nation, but apparently, we didn't.

On November 3, 2017, at about 10:30 in the morning, a Pi Kappa Phi pledge was found unconscious about a mile away from campus. No one searched for him on Thursday night, no one realized he was missing. That is ridiculous. Andrew Coffey is another victim of negligence and ignorance, and it's about time that we get educated on alcohol consumption.

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Coffey, raised in south Florida, was a 20-year-old Florida State University student whose life was taken from him far too early. He decided to pledge Pi Kappa Phi, but little did he know it would be one of the last things he would ever decide to do. His family and friends didn't get to say goodbye.

They expected to see and talk to him on Friday just as they did every day, they expected everything to be like normal, to wake up and go on with their days. Coffey expected to wake up on Friday, go to his classes and go to the football game on Saturday. He got all of that ripped away from him at the young age of 20. Max Gruver expected to do the same back in September.

Neither of the young men expected college to be their last experience. We shouldn't know either of their names because neither situation should have happened.

Following Coffey's death, Florida State University President John Thrasher announced the ban on all Greek organizations. Thrasher recognized the problem and did what he thought would be the best solution. Thrasher shouldn't have had to do this, but it seems to be the only plausible solution. It seems no one learned anything from Gruver's passing.

College students aren't being taught signs of alcohol poisoning, we are being trusted to know our limits right off the bat when in reality, college is the first time most of us drink or at least drink regularly. This would be OK if we were being taught how to watch for signs of alcohol poisoning. It’s become a contest between students to see who can drink more and that’s such a dangerous game. It’s a game that some might say is just as dangerous as Russian roulette.

Signs of alcohol poisoning:

· Slow breathing

· Vomiting

· Unconsciousness

· Pale/blue-tinged skin

· Low body temperature

Above are just a few signs of alcohol poisoning, but when a majority of young college students see these signs, we pass it off by saying, “Oh she/he is just too drunk, just don’t let them drink anything else” or worse, we get them to drink more, especially when it comes to the vomiting.

The phrase “puke and rally” has become one that is often used by college-aged students because we would rather keep going than stopping. We haven’t stopped to think that our bodies are telling us to stop. We’re ignoring it because we don’t want to stop having “fun.” I say that in quotations because drinking until we puke has become the ideal form of fun in college and that’s a problem.

Florida State shouldn’t have to ban Greek life to get the point across. No school should.

But it seems that that is the only solution at this moment in time. The ban is the only way to get people to wake up and realize that there is a problem and it needs a solution. President Thrasher popped the bubble we’ve all been living in. He stated the problem and he stated his solution. As harsh as it sounds it was more than necessary.

Being a member of the Greek community used to be something that was praised, it was an honor and a privilege but due to recent events, it’s becoming taboo.

It is something that people are ashamed of being because no one wants to be associated with an organization that tries to erase problems rather than fixing them. Parents don’t want to spend the money for their kids to be a part of an organization that has been in the headlines of newspapers and programs for negative reasons. This is coming from someone who is a current member of a Greek community.

So to the thousands of Greek communities across the nation, please teach your members the signs of alcohol poisoning. Teach them to call for help if you notice someone in distress rather than just letting them lie there. Every minute that someone is unconscious counts. Every second that goes by is another second closer to potential death.

To the parents and guardians of teenagers and young adults, please teach your kids that they shouldn’t be afraid to call 911 if they think someone is in danger. It’s better to get a ticket for underage drinking than the possibility of death or permeant damage.

To the parents of kids who within Greek communities, please remind them that it’s OK to walk away from an organization that is causing potential harm.

With that being said, please also remember that not all Greek organizations/communities are like FSU and LSU. Going Greek can be such an amazing thing, it’s something you should be proud to be a part of. It’s an honor and a privilege as long as it’s continuing to be a safe environment.

Hopefully, the ban on Greek life at FSU has taught us a few things.

Because if it hasn’t, I really don’t know what would.

My thoughts and prayers are with the Coffey and Gruver families.

Fly high Max and Andrew.

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It's ignorant, it's presumptive, and mostly, it's rude.

I try to avoid the topic of children as much as possible with people because half the time, I'm looked at as if I'm some heartless witch for saying I'm not really fond of them.

There's no rhyme or reason as to why I feel this way. I've grown up in a kid friendly home, I'm not an only child, and my extended family is littered with children of all ages. But for me, kids are annoying and I don't like them. I don't want them.

When I say kids are annoying and I don't like them, I just mean the idea of them. That doesn't mean I can't like certain kids. All my younger cousins are hysterical, fun, active little munchkins that I could hang out with all day. I can meet a newborn and appreciate the beauty that this little baby brings into the world. I can "ooh" and "ahh" at all the little yawns they let out, the button nose they might have, or the way they cry when they want something. I can see a kid in a commercial and think, "Damn, what a cute kid!"

But would I want one of my own? As in, do I wish to have a daughter or son?

No.

I don't really understand why that's such a hard concept for some people to accept. You tell them you're not interested in having kids and all of a sudden you're a demon. You're delusional. You're not a real woman.

I get this response quite often. Mostly - no, especially – from women! I'm expected to take on this motherly persona in which I burst into tears at the sight of a three month old wearing a cute outfit or when I see a four year old make a funny face. I'm expected to feel the inherent desire to coddle someone when they cry. I have to want kids because if I don't, what am I going to do later in life?

The truth is, I don't feel that pang in my heart that makes me excited to start a family. I don't day dream about what my kids names will be. I don't have baby fever. I don't know if I ever will.

All I know is that I'm 22 years old right now. I have graduated college. I have gained merits from organizations and professors. I have friends who I like to spend time with. I have had my fair share of failed and successful relationships. I continue to strive for the best for me at this current time.

I plan on going to graduate school. I plan on starting my career. I plan on marrying someday, not any time soon. I plan on traveling like no other. I plan on eating new foods, drinking new wines, exploring new activities. I plan on getting a kick-ass apartment or house in the city of my dreams. I plan on spending my days doing what I want, when I want. I don't see what's so wrong with that.

Besides, whether or not I want a kid is irrelevant. I know this because notice in the paragraph above, the main concept is "me, me, me."

I am obviously not ready to even entertain the idea of a kid, let alone am I ready for an actual tiny human at any time. Why? Because I am selfish.

Selfish has been made to be such a dirty word. Of course, in the traditional sense, selfish isn't a good thing to be. But in this case, I think my selfishness is justified because it's my life, my body, and my choice. I'm young! I want to do what I want to do and then when I feel I've done it all, I'll think about kids.

Who knows? When I'm 30, I could very well change my mind. I could decide out of the blue to birth 7 of those monsters, but who are you to tell me "Oh, you'll change your mind" when I tell you that I'm not interested in having kids?

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"You won't feel fulfilled."

"What about your family?"

"What will you do with your life if you don't have kids?"

"If you wait too long, you'll be sorry. The biological clock is ticking!"

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A life of complete freedom. Now that would be fulfilling.

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