Being in college has made me realize how wrong the media is about the "college experience." I mean I thought I was getting into something crazy, exciting, and also terrifying. I thought crazy, exciting parties with some scary frat guys spiking the punch of innocent girls having fun. Little did I know how wrong I was. I found out the reality faster than you can say GOAT.

I have some high school friends that rushed into a Frat together and I was looking forward to spend my first weekend out with them and get to know the ropes when it comes to Frat parties. So you could say I was pretty nervous about what the future held for me that night. So I put my brave pants on and walked to the frat. I was just down the street when I heard the thumping of the bass in the basement. The closer I got the more and more I could sing along, dance, and feel the music pumping through me. I never felt so alive, and I wasn't even there yet.

Once I walked in the door I felt like a new person. I wanted to capture this memory in my head forever. So I took a deep breathe and captured the sight before my eyes. I captured the girls waiting in line to grab some drinks from the guys behind the bar. The guys standing by the speakers in charge of the aux and drinking in the dancing girls with their eyes. I felt as if maybe I knew exactly what was happening. As if I've seen this scene in a movie before. So I got a weary kind of feeling I suppose.

Until my friend came up and started to introduce me to the girls and guys around and on the dance floor. If anything I knew a thing or two about taking drinks from the boys, but I did trust my friend and he promised that it was just vodka and different flavored punches and juices. So I trusted him. I needed to have a little faith. So that is what I did.

After a few drinks I got my dancing shoes on and decided to be me. I let the music sway my body to the beat and focuse on how much I was enjoying my time singing, rapping, and beat boxing my way through song after song. I thought for sure that guys would be trying to dance on me or make moves, but that never happened. Instead they were singing, rapping, and beatboxing right along side me.

I felt like I was in love with this music, these people, and the moment all worry was set aside. I learned that stereotypes are the worst type of judgement possible. I knew that sure there are some fraternities out there that had a bad rep due to a member or two, but like so many other things it was a hit and miss of judgement.

I talked to one of my friends in the frat and told him my now changing assumption of what a fraternity is; what brotherhood is. He agreed some frats have a bad name out there, but that is because of a brother that made a wrong turn down his road and now was not apart of what once was his college family. I had then realized that yes, we have people taking wrong turns left and right in their life, but those who make those decisions shouldn't reflect on everyone associated with that person.

At the end of the night I found a brotherhood that was more than just the stereotype. I found a family of guys who where apart of something bigger. They found themselves in each other. They learned from each others success and mistakes. It seemed as if I learned something about family and respect. I saw all that was wrong in the world and it all started with the judgment clouded over our eyes from the moment we were born. That night I found out what it was like to see clearly. I found a true brotherhood.