College is full of new experiences, new friends, and basically provides a fresh start in your life. Then you find out about Greek life, and how awesome it is, so you decide to rush -- just for the fun of it.
You get a bid, find out you have to pay up, so you pick up more hours at work. More hours at work means more money, but less free time to do fun stuff like bar hopping, dancing, partying, and stuff like homework gets thrown in there too.
Your friends start asking, "Where ya been?" or what you're doing -- cause they want to hang out (you're a popular guy and what not), but your reply is: work, work, work. Just like that one annoying song that gets over played.
You work all the time to pay your bills for school (which is over priced), for books (which are way overpriced), for food, gas, rent and dues. You feel like you are always broke, but you are being responsible. When you do get to go out, on quarter night, you go full on baller -- you don't just make it rain you, make it hail with your loose pocket change. Your brothers, or sisters, are glad to have you back from the land of grown ups (and you're glad to be back).
The next morning, you have to get up at 6 AM just to get to work on time. Your friends aren't awake till noon or later. You are beginning to hate your life. They are blowing up your phone with the, "What ya doing?" or "Where ya at?" texts or tweets. You just text back, "Work," but it auto-corrects to "Hell".
You come to realize your bed is your best friend, and your college books are your pillow (got to get that 4.0 GPA). You love your life, your fraternity or sorority, and you love that you work hard for the simple pleasures in life. You tell everyone you meet to go Greek, because it made you a better person. You think you are growing up, and you are, but you're in college -- a place where you can be both a kid and an adult. It's kinda like being in never never land; a state between Peter Pan and Captain Hook.
Every two weeks is pay day, and twice a month is a holiday for you. You earned that extra guacamole or queso on that chipotle burrito that day. You made it to the point where you don't have to second guess your self when you order extra guac or queso. You my friend have made it to a great life.
