Of course things don’t go exactly as Wisenberg planned, but the wonderful and beautiful thing about this essay is how she avoids the temptation to make fun of the sorority women and their rush rituals. Instead, it turns into a lovely meditation on time passing and how it feels to grow older and wonder about how your life would be different if you took a different path when you were young.
Getting through a tea party at Beta Pi Acropolis would be a piece of cake.
