After my freshman year, I transferred from Dartmouth to Penn, which makes me a statistical anomaly: only a couple dozen students transfer out of the smallest Ivy League a year.
Competition is everywhere—whether it’s in a math class where we can only get an A if we “beat” our classmates, or whether it’s at the gym where we must beat the girl next to us.
Any fan of the seminal 90’s sitcom Seinfeld knows the plight of loveable loser George Costanza and his fondness for giving up: “Yeah, I’m a great quitter."
Spring Fling serves as a reminder that our social lives are dominated by Greek life. But why do we calmly accept a fucked–up system where men get to call all the shots?