Although there were certainly some rich folks, there were modified dues for people who were on financial aid. Nobody but the Treasurer knew who was paying what.

We didn't look down on people for skipping events to study (although the saying was, "When you look back at this night, will you remember being with your friends, or being in the library?") Sometimes I chose the event, sometimes I chose studying.

If anything, knowing an event was coming would make me better prepared in my study habits so that I could get a "break" when the social time happened. It was a nice balance.

In my experiences, being a part of that group allowed me social and academic support that I don't think that I would have received otherwise.

No, not everyone was happy. No, we didn't get along all the time. (There were some impressive yelling fights!) But the majority of the members got "something" out of it. Sure, we have our jokes about people who pledged, then “disappeared,” but I think people figured those had joined only to get housing, or found out the house wasn’t what they expected.

Members of the house also had friends outside of the house: through band, religious organizations, a cappella groups, and other extra-curricular activities. Frequently, some of these friends of friends would later Rush, but even if they didn’t, the friendships remained.

When I see publicity surrounding movies and books that go "undercover" at Greek organizations and "reveal" horrific pledging activities, I am saddened that some people who may have otherwise considered a fraternity or sorority may pass out of fear that all organizations are like that.

On the other hand, our society was filled with people who didn’t think they would ever pledge a Greek House, and that may have been why it was so successful.

Still, when I reveal that I am an adult Governor of the Society and that many of my best friends are people who were in my organization, the eyes roll and the assumptions fly.

I assure you that not all organizations are like Mother Goosemouse or Meghan describe. I guess I got lucky! I wish they had, because they seem like down-to-earth, fun people who may have really enjoyed the place I joined.

No house can be “perfect” for everyone. Fortunately, the house I found ended up being exactly what I needed. (And I met my husband through it!)

I will now go sacrifice a chicken in penance for discussing the Society in public. Oooba-Doooba!