Dwight smiled, a genuine, warm smile. “No, Julian. It’s a tradition .” He nodded to Coop, who was hiding in the bathtub with a video camera. Coop hit play on a boombox. The first notes of a mournful, acoustic cover of “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)” by Green Day began to play.
The crowd erupted. The Betas hoisted Dwight onto their shoulders. Outside, the rain stopped. A single beam of moonlight illuminated the “BETA HOUSE” sign. american pie 6 beta house
The night of the Apotheosis arrived. Rain lashed the windows. Inside, Beta House throbbed with chaotic energy. The Trashcan Punch Bowl worked its magic. A philosophy major began debating the existential nature of the goldfish on the staircase. Erik, surprisingly, became a champion of the Stifler Staircase by simply crawling on his belly and letting the physics of slime carry him upward. Dwight smiled, a genuine, warm smile
For the first time in his life, Dwight felt old. And irrelevant. Coop hit play on a boombox
Julian, humiliated and covered in dairy, slunk away. ΣΙΕ, it turned out, had a strict “no public dairy incidents” clause in their charter. They were disbanded within the week.