Over at Med School Blues, Jennifer writes about that very mid-century institution, the sorority:
as you can imagine, there were rooms with more estrogen and layered foundation than i ever thought possible. i arrived on campus at 10am-ish. (which, as a side note, i highly recommend. if you ever have a chance to be on campus early on a sunday morning — do it. it’s so different from any weekday afternoon.) anyways, there were about 150 of us recruits piled into a lecture theatre, given a basic idea of “what to expect”*, lunch, a recruitment coordinator, and a name tag.
When I was at UVic, there was a little-known, ad hoc fraternity/sorority-combination I belonged to called the Theatre department. There were late night chats, pillow fights and everybody slept with everybody.
Being Canadian, I don’t have a sense of the value of sororities and fraternities. I get the feeling that they carry a tremendous amount of clout in the States, and are an excellent way of starting your post-graduation life with a pre-fab business network.