When I thought about joining a sorority back in high school, the answer was easy. My mother’s family is Greek, and their desserts are fantastic. Really, I thought; who needs hazing and drama. I’m Greek enough.
I spent my first year at St. Lawrence unaware Greek life here existed. Like most First-Years, my First-Year Program (FYP) classmates lived on my floor and became a second family; my swim team, a third. Occasionally I’d hear a string of exclusive-sounding Greek letters, and I paid them little attention. When I received invitations to spring cookouts with each of the four sororities on campus I saw the events as just another fun St. Lawrence activity, another thing my roommate and I felt we should ‘just try.’
