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Not only had I never met anyone who was greek, I was only the second member of my family to attend college - and the first was way out west (we're from New England) and I hadn't seen her in years.
The summer before my freshman year, after I had signed an acceptance letter, I got a pen pal.
Turns out, the panhellenic women on campus divvied up the incoming freshmen women, and one or two wrote to each woman. Personal letters. Things like what to take to school, what college was like (yeah, 1973 was before internet; HBO was the "new" channel that came in addition to NBC, CBS, ABC, and local public TV; and I had never run across a book on it.)
The women in no way hid their greek affiliation, or their house.
These women also helped us move in on move-in day, along with the frat guys to lift big stuff.
My pen pal was president of the DG chapter. I never attended a rush event for another chapter.
Nowadays, that's somehow "not fair."
Many of our sisters pledged their sophomore years. Each of the five houses had a real personality, so it was easy to see where you might fit, if you just watched for a while. Then it was just a matter of seeing whether the feeling was mutual.
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