A-D-Piiiiiiiiiii.......

Paul recently posted a picture of Sam, obviously about to face-plant. I posted a comment asking if anyone remembered "A-D-Piiiiiiii!" and no one has responded as of yet. This tells me that either a)no one remembers this or b)one or more of you remember this but are unable to comment because you are trapped under something heavy. Either way, I thought I would share this, my fondest memory of the ADPi Sorority.

When I was a sophomore at PC, we added these things they call sororities. We'd had fraternities all along, just no sisterhoods. We brought on Zeta Tau Alpha, Sigma Sigma Sigma, and Alpha Delta Pi. Since there were no existing sisters on campus to do rush week and pledges and blackballing and the like, sorority sisters from neighboring schools came in and handled the whole thing in one weekend.

The deal was this: if you were drafted into any one of the three sororities, you got your pledge letter (or whatever they called it) at Douglas house. You then ran gleefully to one of three locales to meet your new sisters. Alpha Delta Pi girls ran gleefully from Douglas House to Neville Hall.

The night all of this went down, I was sitting outside of Smythe Dorm with several folks. Laura was there, and I'm pretty sure Paul and George were there, and maybe Hoyt and Neek. There was a good sized group of us, I remember that much. Laura and I had opted out of the sorority thing, and none of the guys had pledged, of course. We were just watching all the goings on. All would be quiet, then a pack of girls would rush out, often holding hands, squealing their new Greek monikers, and rushing off into the night. Then quiet. Then more fun and gaiety. This went on and on and on.

Finally, three girls come out of Douglas House and sprint with great joy and zeal to Neville Hall. Picture them - big bows in their hair, big flouncy dresses, all pictures of girlish perfection. They were yelling "A-D-Pi! A-D-Pi!" About halfway through the cross-walk, the girl bringing up the rear wipes out. Toes go up in the air, arms flailing, and she's completely parallel to the ground. I'm certain she saw her own loafers before landing flat on her back on the asphalt. "A-D-Pi! A-D-Pi! A-D-Piiiiiiiiiiiii...." WHACK!

I laughed at that poor nameless sorority girl till I thought I would die. Few things in life amuse me more than someone wiping out. Hard pavement, nice clothing, and the presence of on-lookers only make it funnier.

I'm happy to say her new sisters came back and collected her, bruised and bleeding, and slowed down their happy gait so she could limp along with them. I don't think any of them had the uncouth to laugh in her face. Ah, sisterhood. I knew sororities weren't my thing...