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I pledged, but did not join, Iota at Syracuse U. in January (?) 1971. My mother insisted that I "rush". This is what I remember; a beautiful house on Comstock Ave opposite the back of Haven Hall. Marble floors. A cedar closet for formal dresses upstairs. I had just returned from winter break in NYC where I had my hair cut at Vidal Sassoon. Two things that stick in my mind; the girl hanging up my coat looked at the label and when I received a positive comment on my hair, I dropped "Sassoon". Needless to say, I was invited back, although the other 2 Jewish sororities (AE Phi and some other one in a really modern house on Euclid Ave) did not want me. I was Jewish but not "Jappy" and never found my niche at Syracuse. It was a hard 3 1/2 years and I graduated early by taking extra credits. I spent a summer and a semester abroad in Israel, and loved the kids (not Jappy) but then I wasn't at all religious as they were so that was weird. Fish with feathers = my college experiences
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