You think that all of those stories you hear about sororities and fraternities have to be made up. Surely there’s more to it than just getting as drunk as possible every weekend and on particular weekdays when your class load isn’t so bad the next day. But nope. Greek life is pretty much exactly like it’s depicted in the movies but with the hazing ramped way up and the goofy shenanigans ramped way down.
In my brief stint trying out fraternity life my freshman year I saw several friends lose their way and eventually drop out at the end of the semester because they decided that partying at the house was better than making the grades that kept them at the party. We’re talking former straight-A students who were at school on a full academic ride who went completely off the rails and lost everything.
So to say that someone has an alcohol tolerance so high that songs are sung naming her the Chosen One that’s a pretty darned impressive tolerance and only slightly less impressive than being able to mostly keep up with John Reynolds on a bender.