Your post took me back to my freshman year at Akron. When I reached the front of the registration line (most of you young whippersnappers will have no clue what I'm talking about here) for my second quarter at the U, there was an attractive sorority girl working the table. She noticed I was wearing my high school letter jacket. She looked at me with disdain and asked why I would wear such a thing. I don't remember the answer I spoke, but I know the answer in my head included the word bitch. Fact of the matter is I couldn't afford a new jacket. Good news is the high school letter jacket was soon replaced with an Akron letter jacket, and I still hate sororities to this day.