Sigma Zu

Maybe it’s all this talk of the Greek debt crisis.  Maybe it’s just that “back to school” time of year.  I’ve come to a distinct and indisputable truth… I’m the only girl… living in a frat house.  And my fraternity house is called Sigma Zu.

Case in point:
* Cars and trucks parked haphazardly, everywhere.
* Every week is rush.
* Someone threw-up in the bathroom.  Claimed it was milkshakes.  For all I know it was mudslides.
* Constant late night partying, yelling, whimpering.
* Heavy drinking.  Every three hours.
* Force-feeding new pledges.
* Wrestling.  Non-stop wrestling.
* Hours of required reading.
* And many a night I’ve woken-up wondering who is lying next to me.

I’m thinking of running for President.