It's all Greek to me

It's rush week at the University of Utah. For those of you who aren't familiar with the Panhellenic system, this is when new freshmen (who look like they are 12, but that is another post entirely) try to join a fraternity or sorority. I have seen countless girls move in waves from one sorority event to the next. Always in little tiny dresses. I only see the girls because their events are in the building I work in. I am just assuming the guys are up to the same thing (minus the tiny dresses . . . I hope). But Rush is quite the rigmarole. Lots of meetings. Pretty much a full-time gig all week. Just in hopes that one of the sororities you like also likes you and invites you to join.

So, the major thing I learned this year, besides the fact that you might as well be working for hooters to be in a sorority, is that they are really expensive to join. Dues can be $2,000 a year!! And this does not include rent to live in the house (only upperclassmen get to live there anyway). How can a student pay for that? Oh, wait they probably don't.

Anyway, all this was foreign to me as a BYU student, and watching it happen has not made me wish I could have done that. Really, I love that as an undergrad, I was a member of a singles wars where I could meet people and have activities and live by values, all without dropping a couple grand.