My freshman year of college, as an early acceptance, I was put onto a floor that was mostly dedicated to a sorority, upperclassmen, with a few of us freshmen on that floor. All my buddies joined. It was a smallish private college in the middle of nowhere, there was not much to do. I admit, I joined too. My mother so did not want me to. She was right.
The values? Please. Once my money ran out it was all over. What do you mean you can't spend 300 bucks for a pretty pin and 400 for a preppy sweater?
Also, I couldn't get on board with the whole pepperjack cheese sex I heard so much about.
I'm only partially kidding.
The frats, however, found ways to finance brothers who fell on hard times.