I was kicked out of a fraternity for throwing up on a family of four

Everyone’s heard the stories about college life, but what’s it really like?

We sat down with a Leicester student who got kicked out of a fraternity on his year abroad to the US to find out.

So, how did you end up in college in California? 

Pretty basic – I applied for the study abroad program at uni. It would count as me completing my second year. Through some miracle I managed to achieve the top two grades of the people applying, so I ended up going to sunny California.

How did you end up getting involved with a fraternity? 

We went on a shitty scavenger hunt, which was part of their version of international freshers’ week. There actually isn’t a proper freshers’ week because you technically can’t drink in the state of California. The hunt was terrible, but we met an Aussie lad who was part of the fraternity the year before.

As there were no parties we ended up drinking with him. We couldn’t go properly out so just went to a few house parties. Most of the time I spent in my hotel room, which I actually got kicked out of.

So before you even began you were kicked out of a hotel? Why?

I had a good 20 people partying in my room. One of the knobs went to reception and asked “where is the party at?”, in those exact words. The main desk rang me and gave me the night to move out. I still had a full two days before uni even started and I could move in. I ended up going pulling anyway so just stayed with her.

Back to the story. When did you first get involved with the fraternity? 

A guy gave us sort of an automatic bid to get into the frat. Normally you have to go through “Rush Week”. You meet all the frats in that week and if you get a bid, you can join that frat. But, since I already had a bid, I didn’t need to go to Rush Week.

Initiation. How bad was it? 

It was a bit shit – they were “non-hazing”. The idea of the crazy ritual where you hold each others dick’s is actually not correct. They did take us to a basement blindfolded with chanting and all that weird shit. I was only ever a pledge because I got kicked out after about four weeks. I got kicked out before Leicester had even finished their freshers’ week.

You got kicked out? How did that even happen? 

There were two big milestones for my ejection. The first was at the very first frat drinking session. We pre-drank at one of their satellite houses, which is a house where a group of fraternity members live at – we were drinking, playing a load of beer pong with mixers and all the dirty shit. During this, one of our unofficial initiations was performed.

We were given 1.75l of Jim Bean between us pledges and had to finish it in 15 minutes. Then we went to the Angel’s baseball stadium for the game, drinking constantly on the mini bus. When I got to our seating, I was absolutely fucked beyond belief. I don’t remember a great deal of what happened next.

There is one thing that stood out though: I projectile vomited onto a family of four sat in front of me, young kids and all. I didn’t last much longer in the stadium, and the family were less than impressed with me. That was strike one.

And what was strike two? 

Next time we went out they made me stay sober the whole night as a punishment. But when I drank heavy on another tragic night, it resulted in me being kicked out for good. It was a joint party with the Sorority girls which started off OK – then I had some Jungle Juice which had a drink in it, called Everclear, which is 75 per cent. It’s basically the American absinthe.

I thought I was doing fine, but then I started doing more shots and felt very unwell. I went upstairs and chundered all over someone’s bedroom in the frat house. From that point onwards it’s all hearsay because I was drunk as fuck. It was a Cowboys and Indians night. I was shirtless, in shorts, covered in Native American war paint, spotted on the roof of the frat house passed out. I kept falling over on the roof, and was luckily saved by a frat member before actually falling off entirely.

Needless to say, they were pissed off. I was deemed a liability and a raging alcoholic and was kicked out of the fraternity. It was all a good laugh though. Banter doesn’t seem to translate in American.

What was life like post-frat? 

I just partied with another frat for the rest of the semester. I was going to join them in the next semester, because you can only join one a semester. I did go to a mansion party with this other frat. It was in San Diego. It was a bit mental. The house was fucking huge with a pool and a Jacuzzi, properly Hollywood style shit. It was all the stereotypes.

They had beer pong,  a keg stand, kitchen full of booze, they even had a fucking bouncy castle. Basically, they were fucking loaded. I left when it got a bit grim. Basically, it descended into an orgy. At that point I felt the need to leave – I’d seen enough cock and balls for one evening. One of my friends did stay and didn’t return until late the next day.

Seems like you had a bit of a weird time in California. 

Yeah, it was pretty weird. If you’re single it’s definitely worth a visit, although you may be a bit shocked by what you see. Not even movies can quite show just how fucked up it can be. I spent way too much time partying, but had the best time you could possibly have at uni.