When I was a freshman at a private christian college I didn’t join a sorority but I did join a social club. One of the first “events” we had was a devo at some random lake. We were all freshman, sitting on the ground, full of hope and excitement waiting for the words of Biblical wisdom from the upper classman.
What we got was very different. There was a guy all tatted up with earrings and a backwards baseball cap. (None of those things are “bad” or “unchristian”, but not the typical look at our very conservative school.)
That dude got up and ripped us apart. I remember him saying, “Because I look different none of you have come up to meet me. Nobody talked to me, you all think you’re better than I am… And I don’t want you to comeup to me later and pretend to be my friend when you’ve proven the type of people you are.” He ranted at us for 10 minutes. Well, it KIND of worked, because half the kids went up to him after the talk to apologize. But I was mad. I was like, “No way dude! If you’re going to act like a victim I am not going to feed your ego. I’m a freshman, you look like you’re a seventh year senior! I am away from home for the first time and you look like you’ve done hard time. Sorry not sorry that I didn’t invite you to sit with me at my first social club event.”
I didn’t stay in a social club after my freshman year.
It is now one of my biggest pet peeves for people who have a captive audience to take advantage of our time. It’s like when someone at church prays for 10 minutes because they can. Or when a bus driver refuses to open the door until it’s silent, but you’re like… a bus of 5th graders who just want to go home. These little power trips are the worst.
Redheaded Jill 
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