DJsThe Greeks aren’t prejudice.

I’m not Greek, but I seem to end up at almost as many Greek functions as the full-out purebloods.

Awhile back, one of my best Furman friends Katelyn invited me to go to the Tri-Delt function. The theme was something that starts with the letter D. We went as DJs, but I also saw detergent, donuts, DH workers, and a bunch of other D-lightful costumes (HA. A knee-slapper). We got an awful lot of weird looks when we made an appearance at Fuddruckers fully clad and in our D-themed apparel, and I had a blast dancing until the early hours of the morning.

Then, a couple weekends ago, I went with my friend Lauren to the Chi-O function at a club downtown which Chi-O had rented out for the occasion. The theme for this party was “what used to be cool,” so Lauren and I dressed up as our parents. Since I was the dad, I tucked a button-down Hawaiian shirt into hiked-up cargo shorts, borrowed a mismatched tie from a boy upstairs, and wore black socks with Chacos. I have to admit that we were looking particularly snazzy for the special occasion.

To all you parents out there, I’m happy to inform you that the Furman sorority functions do not seem to me with my roomie Ella, AKA Ashley Olsenlive up to their stereotype implying that the alcohol at said activities flows like water over the High Aswan Dam. Although I was at the time slightly disgruntled by the forms which had to be signed stating that I wouldn’t drink, not to mention the stringent regulations forbidding anyone but a sorority member driving to and from the function, I appreciate the fact that the girls are careful about those sorts of things.

I was absolutely thrilled to find out that I’ll be living in the Spanish House next year with three close friends, Jessica, Melissa, and Katie. The language houses are open mostly to juniors and seniors, but apparently they accept sophomores too. We’re particularly excited because they’re located in North Village A, which is the apartment complex closest to classes, meaning that we’ll have our own kitchen, ginormous bathrooms, and of course a permanent fiesta (I’m buying a bunch of Sam’s-sized salsa containers, and we’re labeling every item in Spanish, ie “el horno” y “la computadora”). I’m even more excited because if everything goes as planned, I’ll be speaking fluent Spanish by this time next year. We’re required to speak to each other in nothing but Spanish, we’re taking two Spanish culture classes, and we have a bunch of speakers and activities planned for us. Ay, ay, ay!