We will be seeing the names of these sociopaths again in the news in about 15 years—when they’re running for political office as Republicans.
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Yet another example of why I raised my children to shun fraternities and sororities. No sense in working hard to get into good schools and spending good money on tuition if you’re going to spend your time there lowering your IQ with drunken, hateful assholes.
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APO, Alpha Phi Omega, is a service fraternity, much like there are service fraternal organizations. The fraternity, which welcomes women, performs service projects. It does not have a house, and is not a social fraternity. The organization is similar to adult organizations such as Rotary, the Lions, Shriners, etc.
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This is wholly typical of the Ping Kappa Pong fraternity i remember from the late 60s.
Sad that nothing much has changed.
So rich kids can have ‘connections’ with richer families…
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When set to rap music, the pledge book would surge to #1 in the charts.
What is it with these entitled, spoiled brats?
Thank you for the explanation.
OK. I’m still rooting against OK.
The purpose of the fraternity is “to assemble college students in a National Service Fraternity in the fellowship of principles derived from the Scout Oath and Scout Law of the Boy Scouts of America;
to develop Leadership, to promote Friendship, and to provide Service to humanity; and to further the freedom that is our national, educational, and intellectual heritage.” Unlike many other fraternities, APO’s primary focus is to provide volunteer service within four areas: service to the community, service
to the campus, service to the fraternity, and service to the nation. Being primarily a service organization, the fraternity restricts its chapters from maintaining fraternity houses to serve as residences for
their members. This also encourages members of social fraternities and sororities that have houses to join APO as well.
The social part was, in my experience, a safe party space for everyone. You over indulged you were given a bedroom for yourself alone to sleep it off. Lot’s of bake sales, car washes, etc, etc. with everyone who wanted to could join in. Back in the mumble mumble seventies it wasn’t formally co-ed but who can tur down a lady who wished to help out? I was “Social Secretary” for two years and some of our parties are the stuff of legend with no one getting hurt and some harmless yet memorable pranks.
The guy that lost the notebook was probably just shitface drunk, so no biggie. He was drunk.