Writing in a journal is one of my favorite ways to organize my thoughts. In my journals, I like to make lists, to recap my day, to jot down my musings, to keep track of my spending, and more. Most of what I write is private and never, ever intended to be seen by any eyes but my own.
In the winter 1982 issue of The Circle, however, Paul Roberts shares some of his most contemplative journal entries about college life. I think that with Spring Break fondly residing in the not too distant past, Circle readers can relate to this excerpt about Greek socials.
“Now I’m a fun guy or at least try to be, but occasionally I have the urge to analyze one of the hallowed institutions among Greeks at college campuses. Yes, I’m speaking of the ever popular, always crazy social. I believe socials are not to be enjoyed so much as they are to be endured. First, one’s body must endure severe attacks of alcohol and hours of relentless, contortive dancing. The mind is also attacked with wave after wave of bizarre rock and roll at dangerous decibels. Next the house must endure excessive spillage of drinks and continuous fits of rearranged and thrown furniture. Furthermore, pledges must endure the monumental task of restoration early the next morning. Greeks are not the only ones who must survive the socials. Neighbors must overcome loud music and misplaced people in their shrubbery. Police must handle not only jail-bound drunks, but also a parking problem that puts the Rubik’s Cube to shame. Finally, teachers must endure the socialite student’s poor attempt to attend class the next morning. Excuse my bitterness, but my alarm clock just woke me from a social I enjoyed– ah endured– last night.”