it’s all greek to me

As a freshman, I HATED rush week. Running from house to house against the arctic winds; scrambling out of my UGGs and into my high heels before each round; having the same conversation about my major and hometown over and over until my voice was hoarse…the whole pr
Despite the countless horror stories floating around about the pledging process (hazing-induced alcohol poisoning, forced public humiliation in the name of sisterhood), my sorority sisters and I found this twilight-zone period between Bid Night and Initiation to be by far the most fun of the year.
So, Halloween’s over…the leaves are falling, the temperature is dropping, and finals are rushing towards us like a freight train. But for those of us who, like me, are both members of a sorority and very much single, another potential train wreck looms even larger on the horizon: formal season.