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Joseph Andrew Collins Chapter 16
"Andrew, do you know what was being done tonight with the Pledge class ?" I asked as he and Chris walked back with me from the AGE House to our House. It was after midnight and I realized that when I got to the House, I would have no idea where I was to sleep tonight, or even who my twin was for the next day or two.
"I don't, Tick." Andrew answered. "I expect it isn't anything you can't catch up on quickly enough though."
"Listen, guys." Chris said to us. "I know there'll be much more said about this later, but I want to thank you both for what you did tonight to help AGE start toward a new future. They have been a blight on the Fraternity picture for a long time now and you two have helped them to pull together and possibly make something useful out of something, which has been useless. Thanks."
"I didn't do anything." I admitted. "It was Dell and Andrew, who really got things going. And Terry Sommers is really the one who stirred things up."
"I saw how you took over with their Pledges, Joe." Chris commented. "After a half hour with you, their faces practically shone with their anticipation of becoming real Pledges in a Fraternity which has some meaning. You told them what to expect, even demand, so they could become well rounded Brothers. You helped them have hope for themselves and that will give them the drive to become active Frat members."
"I agree." Andrew stated. "By the time Brad sat down to talk with them, they were primed and their attitudes had shifted totally around. Terry Sommers is going to work his ass off to become the best Pledge and then Brother he can be. I predict he will be President of that Charter one day and it will be a much different Frat by then than it is now. You will have played an important role in that change." I thought about what had been said and found I felt very pleased and renewed because I had been able to help.
When we arrived at our quiet House, we found there had been just enough lighting left on to allow late arrivals, such as ourselves to enter without falling over something. After climbing the veranda steps and stopping at the front door, Chris keyed in his code on the security pad and the door latch clicked as it was released. Passing through the foyer and main lounge, we ascended the stairs to the second floor where Chris and Andrew each split off, headed for their own rooms. Andrew looked over his shoulder, taking note I was still standing at the top of the stairs.
"What's up, Tick ?" Andrew called quietly back to me.
"I don't have any idea where I'm suppose to be tonight." I answered. "I don't know if I have a new twin, or which room I should be in." Andrew furrowed his brow for a moment.
"Well, you're welcome to come and spend the night with me again." he offered.
"Thanks, Andrew." I said. "That would be fun, but if I have a new twin, I should be spending time with him, so we can establish some communication."
"I can understand that." Andrew agreed. "Let's go down the third year wing and see if Vince is still awake. He'll be able to tell us what's going on." I nodded and we walked to the third year wing and proceeded to Vince's room. There was a glimmer of light shining from beneath Vince's door, so I thought he was likely still up. I knocked softly on his door and heard a response, but couldn't understand what had been said.
Opening the door, Andrew and I stepped into the room. I stopped suddenly and gasped. I realized the noise I had heard and thought was an invitation to enter was in fact a moan or groan of passion from Vince. He lay on his back, naked, eyes squeezed closed, with his arms wrapped around his head and his body arched in climax. Positioned between his legs was one of the Fraternity Brothers, busily swallowing the cum load that Vince was pumping into his mouth, while Vince continued to groan with relief as his climax peaked.
When we entered the room, the Frat Brother froze and twisted his head, to see who was invading their space, never losing his oral grip on Vince's swollen lance. The sight of Andrew and I standing inside the entrance must have so surprised him, he let the pulsing staff escape his lips and the inflexible tower drooled the last of its glutinous fluid over its bulbous head, which rolled down the shaft as Vince's body relaxed and settled back flat onto his bed.
The interruption of servicing from his partner caused Vince to move his arms and open his eyes. He first noted the head over his groin turned toward the door and as he also looked in our direction, the expression on his face malformed from sexual bliss to shock and then to embarrassment and upset. He opened his mouth to speak, but before any further sounds left that mouth, I was gone. Nearly knocking Andrew over, I squeezed between him and the open door and took off down the hall.
I learned later that Andrew spoke quickly to Vince and by the time he entered the hall to follow after me, I was gone. I had no idea how I navigated. My eyes were filled with tears and my heart felt like it was pounding so hard the top of my head should have blown off. It was well after two o'clock when my anger and hurt subsided sufficiently for me to realize I was curled into a ball, lying on Brad's bed. I realized immediately Andrew had been looking for me. I could sense his worry and agitation and realized that I had to let him know I was here. Rising from the bed, I walked over to the telephone on Brad's desk and pressed the button programmed for Andrew's office.
"Andrew here." an impatient voice answered before the first ring ended. I hesitated speaking. "Tick ?" he asked. "I'll be right there." Apparently, just my presence on the end of the line had been enough for him to know where I was. By the time I hung up the phone and returned to lie down again on Brad's bed, there was a light tap on the door, followed by it being opened slowly. Andrew entered the room leaving the lights turned off.
He closed the door behind himself and came over to the bed where I lay on my side. Lifting my head from the bed gently, he sat down, sliding in under my head, so that it lay on his lap when he set it down. He gently brushed my short hair, while rubbing lightly on my shoulder and back. There were no questions, or probing. After a long time, Andrew got up and pulling me up to a sitting position on the bed, undressed me, standing me up to pull back the covers on the bed and urging me to slide in. He then removed his clothes and slid in behind me, wrapping his arms around me, so that I knew I was safe and cared about. Without a word passing between us, I felt like he wrapped me in a protective blanket and while I lay there with him, nothing could touch me. When I opened my eyes next, it was morning.
I was alone in bed again, as I always seemed to be in the morning after sleeping with Andrew. A smile crossed my mind, but was suddenly erased as I recalled the shock of last night. My anger started to rise again, but this time I suppressed it rather than allowing it to control me.
"Very good." Brad's voice spoke silently in my head and as I focused on him, I realized he was behind me. Turning over in his bed, I found him sitting in one of the lounge chairs, holding a book, which he had been reading while waiting for me to waken. "You need to exercise control over that temper of yours, little brother. Flying off like you did last night is a pretty immature way to behave."
"I really don't need you here to criticize me." I grumbled. "You didn't even ask what happened, before you find fault with me."
"I'm here to talk, but if all you can do is feel sorry for yourself, we aren't going to get anywhere." he stated. I stared at him and a tear came to my eye as I thought over what I had seen in Vince's room last night.
"Why are you being so mean to me this morning ?" I asked. "I didn't do anything."
"You took off and left Andrew worrying about you for over an hour." he replied. "He did nothing to be treated like that and you knew better. You shut him out and isolated yourself. Didn't you just get your butt warmed, because you didn't bother to include Andrew or me in your problems and solutions ? Did the message still not get through to you ?" Brad's words cut me. He was right. I had been hurt and by cutting myself off to bemoan my perceived injury, I had not considered the effects of my actions. In choosing to isolate myself, I had shut out one of the people who care most about me and whose comfort and support were mainstays of my life. My head hung down.
"I'm sorry, Brad." I admitted. "What I did was selfish and unthinking. I would never hurt Andrew intentionally, but I proceeded without consideration to anyone but myself. Andrew has every right to be very angry with me."
"Well he's not." Andrew's soft tenor rang in my head. I looked up and he stood at the doorway, where he had just entered the room. "I understand your reaction, Tick. I know it had nothing to do with me. My only concern was where you had gone. For some reason I can't fathom now, I never considered Brad's room, knowing he wasn't in the building."
"I'm sorry, Andrew." I told him sincerely. "You deserve a much better 'little bother' than I'm turning out to be."
"That's why he has me." Brad interrupted. Andrew laughed.
"Careful, I just might fill him in on some of the details about your first semester here." Andrew suggested. "Not the approved, revised version, the real one." Brad became noticeably silent, immediately.
"What am I going to do now ?" I asked no one in particular.
"You're going to come to breakfast with Brad and me." Andrew informed me. "Then you and I are going to sit down and have a talk with Vince." I felt a chill run through me, but it was not hesitation, it was renewed anger.
"Is that a good idea right now ?" Brad questioned.
"Right now is the only time." Andrew stated. "He can't complete the Trials while being angry at the Pledge Master and I can't see where Vince is prepared to resign."
I discovered it was 7:30 in the morning and the Pledges had finished their run and were going to the cafeteria. Dressing quickly, I joined Brad and Andrew and together we walked to the cafeteria and passed through the food line, collecting our breakfast. I joined my Pledge brothers as they finished their meal, while Andrew and Brad sat with the seniors. I noted they sat in a different group than the one where Vince was eating. He appeared to notice it as well.
My Pledge brothers filled me in on what had gone on since I left them last evening and I told them all about going to the AGE House. They were all very interested in the Pledges over there and how things were doing. I was as positive about everything as I could be. I found out they had spent last night with their 'big Brother' again, by mutual request of both. Kirk and RAT had been paired, as Brad was not in the house.
"What's going on between you and the Pledge Master ?" Gary asked during our walk back to the House. "Don't bullshit me. I can feel the static between you both and you haven't even been near each other yet."
"There isn't enough time to tell you right now." I replied. "I should know by lunchtime what's happening, so I'll meet you then."
I had left the cafeteria at the same time as Andrew, but not with him. As a result, I arrived ahead of him at the House and being undecided what to do; I went upstairs to the second floor and into his office to sit and wait, leaving the door open. Sitting in the relative quiet of the office, I started to think back about what had actually happened last night. As my thoughts pictured the events in stages, I was interrupted by the sound of feet tumbling up the stairs and voices.
"Vince, wait a minute." the voice of Brother Greg Clement rang out. Greg had been Vince's partner last night when Andrew and I had accidentally walked in on them. "I want to speak with you."
"I've got a meeting in a few minutes, Greg." Vince responded impatiently. "What's the problem ?"
"You never did answer me about last night." Greg stated in an annoyed tone. "What exactly is going on between you and Joe Collins ? The look on his face last night was betrayal. You didn't say anything to me about being involved with anyone and the last person in the world I would ever hurt is Joe."
"Don't be so sappy. He's a big boy. He knows the score." Vince answered. "He and I talked about getting something going after the Trials, but we had no commitment beyond that. A little sex to ease the pressure is not a big deal. You and I have no feelings involved, this was just sex, nothing more."
"You know Vince, maybe you and I can think like that," Greg replied, "but not everyone feels that way. Joe is younger and not nearly as jaded as us. You could have had the real deal there and I hope you and I didn't mess it up. If you're smart, you'll beg and do any amount of penance to make it right."
"Don't kid yourself, Greg." Vince insisted. "Joe isn't all that pure. If it weren't for him, one of the Pledges wouldn't have gotten raped. He's not always right about everything he does either. I've gotta run to my room, before the meeting." I heard them move off into the bedroom wings.
I was stunned. He had to be talking about what Tyler did to James, when he mentioned a rape. But how was I responsible for that happening ? The mere thought of it sickened me deeply. I began to concentrate very hard on Brad and when I knew I was reaching him, I asked the question. I could feel the rage in his reaction to it and then his abbreviated response that he would be here shortly. When Andrew came into his office, I was so deeply considering what I had heard that I didn't even know he was there.
"Where did you hear that ?" Andrew asked me sharper and louder than he usually spoke. His voice snapped me to his presence and I stood up. Before I could answer him, there was a knock at the door and Vince stood there. "Come in Vince, close the door and both of you sit down.
"Yes, Sir." I said and then realized Vince had voiced it in unison.
"It is unusual for me to get involved in the personal differences between two Brothers, but in this case, we have a Pledge and the Pledge Master, which makes the whole situation even more awkward. The sides are uneven starting out, so the Executive Council has instructed me to intercede." Andrew told us. Vince looked sharply at him. I realized, he had not been involved in the determination of the Council, though he was a member. There was a knock at the door. "Enter." Andrew called out. Brad opened the door and came in.
"I need to clarify something." Brad addressed Andrew, not acknowledging our presence at all. Andrew nodded. "I want to know on what basis Vince is telling people that Tick has responsibility for the rape of a Pledge." Andrew's eyes flashed as they left Brad's face and settled on Vince's.
"Did you say that ?" Andrew asked with sternness in his voice I had never heard before from him. I could feel Vince tense and become very nervous. His face became very serious.
"Who told you I said that ?" Vince asked, turning to Brad.
"I did." I admitted. "I was sitting here waiting for Andrew when you and Brother Greg were talking."
"Do I need to send for Greg ?" Andrew asked.
"This is ridiculous." Vince stated. "All this upset over a little lover's jealousy. This isn't what Fraternity is about. We shouldn't be sitting here making accusations."
"Vince. As the senior Advisor, I want to know if you made a statement indicating that in any way, Pledge Joe Collins had any responsibility in regard to the rape of a Pledge." Andrew demanded in an exacting tone. Vince was sweating as he looked from me to Brad and then to Andrew.
"Yes, Sir." he admitted. "I made such a statement."
"Now tell me the basis for your statement." Andrew further demanded.
"Well it's the list." he declared. "He gave us his list of nominations and Tyler's name was on it. If he hadn't verified Tyler, we likely wouldn't have taken him on as a Pledge and the incident with James would never have happened."
"Tick, when you wrote out your list of potential Pledges, what criteria did you use ? Andrew asked me. "How did you decided who would be on the list ?"
"I picked the twenty people on campus who I sensed had the highest ESP potential." I replied. "I knew you looked for other things in people, but I could only gauge the empirical data, not the subjective aspect."
"Were there some on his list that were removed and replaced with others we had rated more highly because of the subjective information ?" Andrew asked Vince.
"Well, yea, there were six I think." Vince responded.
"And if one of them had made a personal choice to do something wrong, would you stand up and say, 'It's my fault. I helped pick him.' ?" Andrew questioned Vince further. Vince hung his head again. "Tick, you are not responsible for what happened with Tyler. He made his own choices and it's most fortunate for him James did not choose to pursue his actions legally. The punishment you imposed, the fact that he recognized and admitted how wrong what he did was and then publicly declared his culpability and apologized, plus the certainty of his expulsion from the Pledge class were enough by James' standards. Allowing Tyler's actions to ruin his future totally and possibly put him in jail was more than James wanted him to pay. And as you are well aware Vince, in a Fraternity we allow the aggrieved individual to make that decision, whether it be a theft, an assault or even something as serious as a rape."
"Andrew, can I ask something ?" I requested. He nodded his head. "Am I really naïve or just stupid ? It didn't even occur to me what happened to James was rape. I was really mad about it, but I thought of it as just 'a blow job'."
"I use a simple rule of asking two questions when talking about any incident involving any sexual activity." Andrew suggested. "They are: 'Were any of the parties unwilling ?' and 'Was directed and unwanted force used ?' If the answer to either question is 'Yes', then rape is involved. Sometimes it's graded as sexual assault depending on the circumstances, but that's up to a Court to determine, not me." The room was silent for a few moments while we all were thinking.
"I'm sorry, Tick." Vince broke the silence. "As you have found out, sometimes I am not a very nice person. It's not that I set out to intentionally hurt anyone, I just rush into things and then come to regret it later."
"I'm sorry too, Vince." I responded. "I had a very good feeling about us being together, but it just seems something not to be destined. I understand you are not ready to settle down with just one important person for you alone. We might wish it was different, but it just isn't."
"I think I will come to realize that I have missed out on what would have been the best thing ever to happen to me." Vince told me. He was looking into my eyes and I could feel the sincerity of his words and feelings. "When and if you ever forgive me, I would be really grateful if you allow me to be a friend."
"The hurt is passing Vince and I am really not angry with you any longer." I said. "Maybe we can just keep on being friends. I think I would like that."
"Me too." he replied as he reached over to shake my hand and we both ended up getting up and hugging each other securely. "I will speak to Greg and withdraw my remark to him about Joe's responsibilities and track down anyone he might have said anything to, but I doubt he did."
"Accepted." Andrew stated. He stood and therefore we did as well. "Brotherhood and Fraternity." he declared extending his hand. All of us placed a hand on his and stated the Fraternity Motto,
"Becoming a Brother, by being a brother."
Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, after we had completed our homework and/or schoolwork at either the House or the Library, we met our 'big Brothers' for dinner and then returned to the House. We went again to the basement and used two rooms, which were set up with a series of interview booths in each. The booths were about eight feet by eight feet in size and had a 2 by 4 foot wooden table and four chairs in each. Every room had a large square mirror on one of the walls and if you've ever watched any police programs on the TV, you just had to know it was a one-way observation mirror. I don't know if that made anyone nervous, but I thought it was a great adventure.
Both evenings we went through a series of tests for about two hours. Many of them involved one Pledge looking at something and another Pledge trying to pick out from a set of pictures what they were looking at. I knew this was important for my Pledge brothers; so I did what was asked, but I found the whole thing kind of childish. I had played this game with my Dad and Brad when I was really young and we all had it down perfect. My Mom was even good at doing this game.
On Wednesday evening, after we had done more tests for a couple hours, we gathered in a room similar to the lecture room we had been in on our very first night. This one was much larger. Everyone was there; Brothers and Pledges, Dr. Bayer and Coach Barnes as well as half a dozen men I didn't know, but picked up that they were graduate Brothers who worked with Dr. Bayer.
"Gentlemen." Chris called out and there was almost instance silence. "Gentlemen, it is my responsibility to caution all of you, especially our Pledge Class that what goes on here this evening, what you see and hear, is not to be discussed outside of this House. Is everyone clear on the penalties with regard to this regulation ?" There was continued silence and no one gave any indication of not understanding. Andrew stood and moved to the front of the lectern.
"Pledge Verne, what is the purpose of the DPD Fraternity ?" he asked. Verne stood and fished for an answer.
"The purpose of the DPD Fraternity is uh...um..." he floundered, "to pick people and help them...um...learn to develop and better themselves for society."
"That's a pretty broad statement," Andrew responded, "and doesn't really grab the spirit of what we do. I want you to look directly at me, Verne, relax and then tell us again."
"The purpose of Delta Phi Delta Chapter," Verne stated, "is to identify, select and support individuals who demonstrate increased abilities of perceptive intuition and to assist these individuals in developing their fullest potentials for the betterment of themselves and society through Greek Fraternal concepts."
"That seems to have covered it." Andrew commented.
"Well I just said what you told me." Verne commented, then a peculiar look crossed his face. "You didn't speak to me. But I heard you tell me." He turned to James beside him. "Brother Andrew did tell me what to say, didn't he ?" James slowly shook his head, no. "But I did hear you, Sir. I'm sure I did."
"Yes, Verne. You did hear me and I did tell you what to say." Andrew certified. There was a nervous rustle among the Pledge Class members. Some grinned and chuckled, assumed a trick had been played on Verne; others were deep in thought about what they had just seen. Some of the Brothers were chuckling as they watched their juniors' reactions.
"It's all right Verne." Brother Sandy assured him. "You should have seen when he did it to me. I just about wet myself." All the Brothers chuckled and agreed with Sandy's evaluation.
"The purpose of Delta Phi Delta Chapter is to identify, select and support individuals who demonstrate increased abilities of perceptive intuition." Brother Andrew declared loudly. "These individuals, Pledges, are you...and all the Brothers who surround you. This Pledge Class has been selected and those with the highest perceptive intuition, combined with social and scholastic potentials have been retained in this Pledge Class, just as it has happened every year since the founding of this Fraternity."
"Those of you, who remain with us for the next four years will receive training and support to help you develop your talents." Chris announced. "Tonight we are going to explain some of this training to you and demonstrate what can be achieved with it."
"There are three types of perception which we seek out to train." Brother Nathan stated. These are: Receivers, Senders and Readers. Receivers are individuals who have the ability to intercept and process a thought, transmitted from another individual. Verne is a Receiver and he just demonstrated that with Andrew."
"Senders are individuals who are capable of transmitting a thought to another individual, or group of individuals." Brother Sam instructed. "Senders may often be Receivers and visa versa, but not always. Brother Andrew just demonstrated with Verne what a Sender can achieve."
"The third classification is Reader. A Reader is capable of accessing any mind, whether a Sender, or not and capturing its thoughts." Brother Andrew continued. "Readers are the rarest type of talent and the level of their ability can vary widely from one to another. We have completed your testing these past two days, measured your strengths and potentials and that information will play an important role in the final selections. It is not absolute though. Experience has taught that a candidate must possess other attributes, or his training will not succeed. Those other things have been evaluated over the past 10 days and will also play an important role in the final selections."
"Are there any questions ?" Brother Chris asked. Several hands shot up. He acknowledged Gary Davis.
"Sir, how do we know which of the three categories we belong to ?" Gary asked. Duane Sutton, Gary's 'big Brother' responded to him.
"At this time, you don't Gary. During this first year, you will receive general training and then more specific training as it becomes apparent where your talents are strongest. One thing which many of you can figure out is, if you thought you heard Brother Andrew call for a security circle earlier this week, then you have receiving abilities."
"You mean he didn't actually speak the request ? What I heard was a thought from him ?" Gary wanted to know. Duane nodded his head. "Cool." Gary observed. Brother Chris gave RAT the nod.
"I'm really sceptical about this stuff, to be honest. The idea of someone being able to read my mind, or that I can project a thought to someone else is a little too far out for me."
"I'm afraid I may not be the best choice for you to have as a 'big Brother', RAT." Vince Willows stated to him. "This is all new to me as well and quite honestly, it scared the shit out of me. I think I was so afraid of it at first, I may have destroyed one of the most important relationships of my life, because of it." Vince stared at me while he spoke and I could sense his sincere regret. "Andrew, would you and Joe show RAT what you showed me, so he can better understand how real this all is ?" Andrew and I looked at each other and I nodded in agreement. Andrew turned to face RAT.
"Grandpa Phelps." Andrew stated. RAT's face showed surprise.
"You have a whole jumble of thoughts about him, RAT." I said. "One is about the ring he gave you when you were about 9 years old. You are still wearing it, even now. Another was a trip you and your brother had with him when you were younger. He took you both to Cape Cod to visit a few days with some friends." RAT's attention had turned to me and I heard him ask me not to go any further. "Why ?" I asked out loud.
"Please." he requested silently, so I stopped. "Wow, I've never had anything like that happen." he enthused to everyone. "Thanks, Joe." he told me silently. Several hands popped up and Chris recognized James Spencer.
"Joe can do this already." he observed. "How come ?" Bruce Winters, his 'big Brother' responded.
"You already know, Joe's Dad is a Brother, as is his brother, Brad. I'm sure you will understand that this ability can run in families and Joe's Dad and Mom have trained both Brad and him, since they were very young. Joe is an exceptionally strong Reader and because his skill is so strong, it takes a great deal more training for him to use it effectively."
"I think it's fair now to tell you that the dream you all experienced last Friday night was Joe's." Andrew stated. "He is powerful enough to unknowingly transmit his dream to all of us. We call that 'broadcasting'. Dr. Bayer and the team are looking for ways to help him control this, but it could conceivably happen some more." Pete Greege raised his hand and Chris acknowledged him.
"It seems to me that there is a potential here for this sort of skill to be abused." he suggested. "Is there a way to regulate what people are able to do and who they can do it to ?" Ben Fellows, Pete's 'big Brother' tried to answer his concerns.
"You're quite right, Pete. This skill, like most things can be used for good purposes, or I guess you could term them, evil purposes. Three of you will be released at the end of this week and knowing what you do, could have the opportunity of working to develop your own skills. The Brotherhood monitors those with known abilities and makes certain skills are not being abused, or used against unsuspecting people. There is an office within our government, which also tracks events for which no explanations can be reasonably applied, except the use of perception skills. A number of our Graduate Brothers work in that agency."
"Additional to that, part of the training done here is in ethics." Chris added. "No one leaves here without knowing the difference between what is appropriate use of their skills and what is not."
"We are going to break up into groups now." Andrew announced. "Each group is to make certain it has at least one member from each year level in it. A senior Brother in each group will lead and the group can experiment with its members, showing the Pledges what they are able to do and letting them try their own different skills."
The group I was in was made up of my usual closer associates. Andrew and Hogan were the senior Brothers, Brad and Vince were the 3rd year, Sandy and Duane represented 2nd level while Gary, Kirk, RAT, Ellis and I were the Pledges.
Andrew and Hogan split us into two smaller groups and then they spent an hour with the Pledges trying to send and receive. It wasn't really much of an exercise for me, but I really enjoyed watching my Pledge brothers try their best and helping them. RAT was frustrated because he couldn't send to any of the others, but I could tell he was sending, just not directed enough for others to receive. I helped him focus and by the time we were done, he had started to reach a couple other perople.
Sandy was really excited when he found he could send and receive with me. He had never tried before, honouring his commitment as a Brother and not knowing that I was already a part of what was going on.
When we regrouped, Pledge Master Vince announced that for the next two nights, we could choose our own twin each night, but it had to be another Pledge with whom we had not yet been twinned. I spoke with Kirk right away and arranged that I would twin with Ellis for tonight and he would take him tomorrow. That way I felt Ellis would be cared for well.
I went over and suggested the twinning to Ellis and he readily agreed. Gary asked me to twin with him, so I arranged for tomorrow night with him and he was pleased.
This had been a special night for all of us. We had been able to interact with the entire House tonight and the spirit of Brotherhood had been alive and active. My Pledge brothers were finding that the Brothers were becoming the important family, which had been indicated to them. The support they were receiving not only in their fraternity life, but also in their schoolwork was giving them the boost in establishing them in the College routine and life, which all students were experiencing and some were struggling.
The 'big Brothers' answering the questions of their 'little Brothers' during the question period tonight was an indicator to the Pledges that they were free to question their senior and were likely going to receive the information they needed, directly and without hesitation. We were to find out that from herein, our 'big Brothers' would be at each meeting we had and would be our individual counsellors about matters and in discussions.