[Benzgirl]

My cousin, who is 10 years older, was in a sorority at a very small college during the 70s. Not the best time to be Greek. I didn't really pay much attention to it since I was still pretty removed from college.

When I was a senior in high school, my friend pledged DG at a very competitive Greek school -- Large chapters and a very high percent of the student population. I spent one weekend there and thought it was really cool sleeping in the dormer and having tons of friends around. I also liked the set up of the meals (that you could go down in your jammies for breakfast), the social calendar and the emphasis on studying and grades.

It wasn't until that time that I realized my dad was Greek. He deactivated when he switched colleges, but he had still experienced it.

As it turned out, I pledged the same sorority as my cousin, but at a much larger university. Even though I wasn't a legacy, it made me feel like it when she attended my initiation and sat with me during the Feast of Roses.