Everyone remembers their first frat party at some point during Sylly Week of freshman year. Walking past the guy who says "who do you know here?" and into a scene that seems like it would be straight out of Animal House with the loud music, elevated surfaces and hot guys. As a freshman, frat parties are the epitome of college and for a while they're fun. From dancing Jordan Belfort with all your pals to drinking a warm Natty Light, it's all in good fun. But as a junior (who won't be turning 21 until senior year) that facade came crashing down. Frat parties are no longer fun.

As I stood in the center of the very crowded and sweaty room trying to text my friend to figure out where she wandered off to with our frackets an obnoxiously drunk girl gets in my face and screams at me, "get off your phone and turn up!" before walking up to a guy and aggressively grinding with him. In that moment I never wished to be 21 more in my life. I looked around at the sea of sweaty bodies sloppily making out and wondered how people thought this was fun. There is nothing I love more than dancing. However when you are on a crowded elevated surface about to fall to your death while some freshman attempts to grind with you that is where I draw the line.

Another bone to pick is the drinks they serve at parties: mostly warm Natty Light that you wait in lines for years to receive. Sometimes you'll get lucky and they have some very cheap vodka and equally cheap chasers. But when you make your way back to the overcrowded dance floor you have to dodge the swaying girls whose drinks are threatening to spill all over you or worse the swaying girls who knock into you and cause your drink to spill all over you. Do yourself a favor and never wear white to a frat party. You will ultimately regret it.

As thankful as I was for frat parties my first two years I am counting down the days until I am finally 21.

Although I hear the bars are not much better.