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Sunday, September 15, 2002
On Friday night I was pinned as a pledge of the Delta Chi fraternity. A year ago -- heck, three months ago -- I never would have thought that I would join a social fraternity, but then again, I never thought I'd change my major to English. I thought that fraternities were for a certain type of guy, a kind of guy that I was not. Fraternities were full of those Abercrombie & Fitch, red sports car, Doc Martin sandal guys. And for the most part, some of them are. But if college has shown me anything it is that the stereotypes I hold as truths are often the farthest things from the truth.
So now I am a "frat boy". I am one of the stereotyped. I can only imagine some of the questions and comments that I'll receive in the near future: "Why did you change? Why did you become one of them?" But I haven't changed. I haven't become anything. The only thing I have done is taken down the imaginary boundry in my mind -- the boundry that separated me from "those other people" and kept me from seeing that everybody is a lot like everybody else.
| Mr. McBastard | 5:04 PM | | |
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