It's All Greek to Me

“What the hell is going on,” I asked myself as I tried looking out my dorm window. “Where is that noise coming from? Is there a pep rally going on today? No, that can’t be. It’s too early.” I decided to take a walk to investigate. Sure enough the sound was coming from the Greek theater. “What are all these crazy girls doing?” It looks like a rainbow cult in all their multicolored t-shirts. Those poor girls stuck in the middle look terrified. On the outskirts of the theater there are lots of middle age women hyped up and really bored older men. Giving into my curiosity I got the nerve to ask one of the ladies what was going on. She tired to hold back her “are you stupid” look as she replied that it was Sorority Bid Day. To avoid another condescending glare I just acted like I knew what a Bid Day was. She immediately jumped into a conversation about how she hopes her daughter gets a Bid to the sorority of her choosing. She goes on to brag/explain that she is a shoe-in for Chi Omega because she was a legacy. I assume that is one of the sororities and continue listening. She continues saying, “My mom was a Chi-O and so was I.” What is the big deal?” I wonder silently. I was sure that question would not go over well with Chi-O lady. I scan the theater. I heard of the Greek alphabet before and Greek letters but I’ve never understood there connection with sororities. I see triangle shaped letters. I think those are Deltas. I’ve heard of the kappa, but I wonder what letter that X stands for. My thoughts are interrupted as the girl on stage begins a count down. “3, 2, 1,” she says with enthusiasm. All the terrified girls begin to tare into the envelopes they have been holding. Mass chaos began to ensue. Girls chant louder, some jump and laugh while others cry hysterically. “What in the world is going on?” It all became a little to much for me. I decided I had enough estrogen for one day. I’ll just go Google it in my dorm room. Google isn’t capable of giving nasty looks.