The Perks of Being a Dartmouth Wallflower
Coming from Columbia, I don't have much familiarity with Greek life. In fact, I don't have much familiarity with campus life in general (there's frisbee, right?). But apparently at some schools, like Dartmouth, being in a fraternity or sorority can mean the difference between an enjoyable college experience and whatever it is everyone else is doing when they're not wishing they were in a fraternity or sorority. In a Monday Op-Ed piece in the Daily Dartmouth, Sam Buntz, Dartmouth '11, addresses the fate of the 24% of rushees shunned by campus sororities.
A Greek-affiliated senior girl once told me that the meetings where they determine who they want to let in are “the cattiest things imaginable,” and the discussion focuses mainly on looks and clothing. Face it: Sorority rush is just a somewhat more refined version of neighborhood kids not letting other, less-cool neighborhood kids into their totally sweet treehouse. More local sororities would solve this problem, but only in the same way that a greater proliferation of treehouses would solve the analogous one.
I never had a treehouse. Now I'm really beginning to feel left out. After the jump, Buntz explains the upside to not having friends to hang out with or parties to go to. Read the rest of this entry »



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