When I found out that I would be attending Cornell University, I was pretty excited for a lot of reasons. But probably the greatest appeal of this amazing school was the diversity of Greek life, and I was determined to rush a fraternity as soon as I could. So you can probably understand my disappointment to find out that there are a lot of underlying problems with the frats on campus; most notably, the ghost of Ezra Cornell now haunts me just because I rushed Llenroc.
I know the the current Llenroc house belonged to the guy, but that’s so unfair, right?
I think fraternities often get a bad reputation for things like hazing and over-the-top parties, but nobody had warned me about the possibility of being followed by the harrowing spirit of the founder of this great college because I tried to join Delta Phi. I kept getting good vibes from the other brothers, and I had even been invited to a few smoking parties, but it never occurred to me that all the current members of Llenroc often wake in the middle of the night to find an apparition of the man who helped develop the modern telegraph floating above their bed.
I thought I knew what I was getting into when I decided to go Greek, but maybe Llenroc is not for me. Then again, the house does have a pretty sweet backyard, so maybe I’ll find a way to get over the whole haunted-by-a-phantom thing.