To be a member in Greek life means: you were most likely born in America, have a high school diploma, attend a 4-year university, and have the means to pay for it via employment, scholarships/loans, or having parents who can support you.
“These unprecedented times...” “Awful year” “Yeah, it’s been weird” “I’m tired.” “This is so hard”. No one even needs me to write an introduction about how unfamiliar this season of life is for everyone.
I love going on night time drives with my best friends. There’s something strangely peaceful about an open road, littered with the lights of an occasional street lamp or passing vehicle. Our conversations often ebb and flow between belly laughs and comfortable silence.
I remember the excitement that came before any party, formal, mixer, etc. during my undergrad years. I remember the laughter and camaraderie that signaled the revelry to come, echoing throughout the Fraternity house.