The holy trinity

I've tried writing this many times now and due to the sensitivity and specificity of the space/time continuum it is now or never.

RUSH.

This is my favorite time of the year to be young, to be excited, to be happy, to be reckless, to be restless, to be where I am and who I am. The set is stage on this globe theater of ours for a level of revelry that would make Baccus cringe. The gods - with their hammers and winged helmets - have nothing on us when playing this game.

Asher Roth tried describing and mocking and idolizing everything that a college fraternity is supposed to be. Movies like Beta House, Animal House, Going Greek, Freshman Orientation (and a hundred others that will, unlike Animal House, never reach cult status and will never amount to anything better than a mediocre comedy playing on the same sex gags that a litany of other movies have used before them). Rush is different.

Appropriately named, it's a rush of blood to the head. A rush to the head of trepidation. It is a time when I get to teach, share war stories and show people why I am happy to be a part of what I am. For the endless source of support, stability and a state's best.

For it would be a shame if I avoided the intoxicating portion of rush. Meeting hundreds of fresh new faces as eager to get to know you as you are to get to know them, taking picture over food that appears magically and for free by a girl named Wendy. And while we may not provide the Puerto Rico trip to the deep end of the a pocket, we do offer a little more - or I like to think so.

Ill attempt the lane hand-of from time to time preying on a rush's mention of their local minor league baseball team to call over one of the guys and say, "Hey, Andrew meet Rushie Eager, HE LIKES BASEBALL! Sick, aight ill catch up with you guys in a bit". At best Andrew will do the best of my awkward transition and salvage what will other wise be the wreckage of an uncomfortable silence. At worst the rush will inquire about my odd and quirky character hoping to make a joke and the silence will be a post-mortem one.

I live for the smiles. I sound like a social worker talking about UNICEF but it's true. The smiles on people as I know they enjoy our house, our environment and our company.

Oh, wait, and then, there's pledge.