A 'Journalistic' Excuse for a Social life: MBS Frat Party.

 Alexander Mörtzsch, Jamil Bakir, Thaddeus Choong, Maddy Barratt, Beth Jeans, and Joshua Hartley

Alexander Mörtzsch, Jamil Bakir, Thaddeus Choong, Maddy Barratt, Beth Jeans, and Joshua Hartley

By Sarah Smit

"There's no campus culture at Murdoch!' Complain the portion of the student body who signed up to two clubs on O-Week and then never opened their emails. I used to be one of these students. The second class was over, I'd channel Daniel Craig in Quantum of Solace, vaulting over handrails and diving behind bushes to avoid having to make conversation with acquaintances. I'd avoid assignments and classmates with equal fervour.
This year I'm trying something different. Not for assignments, obviously, I'm still avoiding those like a recent ex-boyfriend, but my goal is to go to every club or society party I can. Call it a social experiment, call it high functioning alcoholism, but this year we’re getting in amongst the most stereotypical party of uni life: the Frat Party.

 Aditya Bajekal, Harish Parimalam, Craige Gabriel, and Clancy Payne

Aditya Bajekal, Harish Parimalam, Craige Gabriel, and Clancy Payne

 Douglas Khoo and Rueben Kantahrao

Douglas Khoo and Rueben Kantahrao

My first outing in this 'journalistic' attempt at a social life was last week's MBS Frat Party. An epic conglomeration of American teen movie stereotypes, the frat party was run by Murdoch Business Society, the business school's student faculty society. Red solo cups, Greek letter décor and beer pong tables abounded. Alcohol was included in the $35 admission price, with beer and cider available by the keg and approximately 3 bathtub's worth of punch being served by members of MBS board with their RSA certification. Some food was available in the form of sausage rolls, party pies and carrot sticks, but this was probably more a nod to the 'let's not have anyone die of alcohol poisoning' principle of party planning, than any culinary exploration.

 Nabil Abrahams

Nabil Abrahams

The event kicked off at 8pm with beer pong which continued for the next 2 hours or so. Notable players included Jonty Richardson, Alex Mortzsch (by virtue of his unfair height advantage), and Nabil Abrahams, introduced to me only as 'a f*cking gun at beer pong.' After a while I figured that if I wanted to maintain any semblance of dignity I'd better find something to do for a bit other than losing at beer pong. There's nothing drunk Sarah loves more than being responsible, so I decided to do some journalism. Unfortunately for everyone at the party, this manifested itself as taking multiple blurry 5 second videos and going up to people and yelling at them "I'm the editor of METIOR magazine! Have you heard of us? Here's a copy of the latest edition of the magazine, would you like your picture in it, you should totally write for us," before never asking their name. Thankfully, the DJ played enough utter bangers that I didn't have much time to do that before I had to dance off to Africa by Toto or Allstar. This wasn't less embarrassing, but at least everyone else was too distracted by the enviable dance moves of Portia Heathcote and Daccian Kitson to notice me doing this:

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If that picture isn't enough reason to get along to the next MBS event, tickets included half price entry to the Court in Northbridge where we kicked on until 2:30 Sunday morning.

The Frat Party was well attended and massive fun, and should be considered a credit to the excellent party planning skills of Sarah Inglis and Aideen Myles, along with the rest of the MBS council- Ann Thampoe, Jonty Richardson, Jess Haddad, Loic Munso, and Alexander Mörtzsch. For info on future MBS events, like and follow them on Facebook @MurdochBusinessSociety.

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