<p>I have a friend who recently wrote a novel (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/KissTheGameGoodbye">https://www.facebook.com/KissTheGameGoodbye</a>) about his love-hate experience at USC (excerpt below with his permission) and I would like to ask the guys here how accurate his depiction is, particularly the social aspect. How big of a Greek presence does USC have? And how materialistic is it?</p>
<p>"The last time Alicia and I partied together was at Sigma Nu, which was the frat Alicia’s new “friend” Bobby Tillman was pledging. I danced with her for a while (I still didn’t dance much) and was doing shots with several other people when I noticed Bobby and his posse giving me dirty looks. Soon after, they tossed me out. And then I ran into them again at the Del Taco at the Figueroa St. intersection next to the TKE house later that same night. It was there where an all-out brawl ensued. Instances like this always made me miss Troy. Unlike in high school when I had the option of calling for backups, the people who hung out with me in college were chickens and pacifists, especially when they were confronted by frat douches.</p>
<p>After Bobby Tillman and his pledge bros publicized the fight, I became untouchable to anyone with the faintest social aspiration. Alicia and Erica stopped texting me. Even Scott Trask, who wasn’t pledging a frat but sucking up to everyone who was, kept his distance. Once again, I ruined everything. Once again, I had put myself at the bottom of the ladder and had to start from scratch. After that, college became one big sausage fest. I couldn’t even get girls to friend-zone me. In the month of October, I tried to fraternize with a diverse range of different groups—guitar-toting Metallica fans, weirdos who watched SpongeBob, South Park, and Family Guy in their dorm rooms 24/7, potheads from Parkside Apartments, Asian nerds, Asian frat guys, members of SCIA (Southern California Indo-Americans), ROTC army guys, members of business organizations, gamers, ravers, and athletes from Fluor Tower—yet still ended up alone in my dorm on Halloween. To make matters worse, I was having trouble finding people to eat with at the cafeteria. It was partially the result of them not willing to risk incurring Bobby Tillman’s wrath and partially my being a victim of my own pride. And since I would rather starve than eat alone, I was barely eating. While other kids battled freshman 15, I was suffering from reverse freshman 15 and stopped working out. The weird thing was the more I felt rejected in college, the more I clung onto the high school self-image that clearly didn’t resonate with the sort of people I was forced to associate with in college. Deep down I knew I was done socially in college after Halloween, yet subconsciously I was still trying to claw my way back to relevance. I didn’t know how to give up, accept my failure, and move out of the spotlight.</p>
<p>On several occasions, I had to resort to eating in the cafeteria with my RA and a bunch of leftovers floor-mates. The thing that annoyed me the most was the nerds acted so territorial. They were so smug about their geek status. Speaking to them was like talking to a wall. We had absolutely nothing in common. It was insulting to me that I spent so much time and money on clothes and grooming yet I was still stuck with a bunch of losers who reminded me of Leonard Ashby and Oliver Snyder. I was dismissive of them when they discussed geeky topics while we ate, and even downright violent when they disrespected me. On some days, when I was in a more social mood, I poked fun at them for not having a Macbook (Are you a gamer? was a common refrain among the Greek kids to diss those who used PCs), and for having to do their own laundry (I paid for Soapy Joe’s laundry service). I stubbornly refused to go to Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffle with them and the RA, which was their monthly bonding ritual. And since I did everything in my limited power to let them know that I was better than them, it wasn’t a big surprise when they eventually wised up and ditched me. I was practically begging for it."</p>