When I visit a new city, college, or place, a certain feeling wells up in my heart. It is a desire to go out and experience the town, befriend people, and attend a lecture or two. Whenever I go out to a convention, whether it be for the quiz team, the GLBT organization, or the Feminist organization on campus, I research both the historical and current contexts of the school in which I am going to be going. I feel a certain tug at my heart and a nagging voice in my brain, asking "why didn't I go here, why didn't I join a fraternity"? when I pass by the lecture halls, the Greek units, and the like. I want to be a part of everyones life, I want to be able to be omni-present. Do I have a God complex? Or is it just the all-too-common failing of the textbook liberal, the unrequited caring for all lifestyles and minute changes in the banality that is life? Take where I live during the school year, for example. As of this year, the dorm is called SCARE house. However, up until about 1996 or 1997, it was the Alpha Gamma Delta house at DePauw University. Perhaps I shouldn't have picked this place out as a residence hall. It seems like every night I am up, snooping around the basement and first floor of the dorm, trying to find any impressions, any books, anything that I can hold in my hands from that era. This whole intense infatuation with old, failed soroities and fraternities really puts me in an odd position. A number of the self-dubbed liberals that I work with in the political arena are completely against the Greek system, and would like no more then to see it fail. Its not like I don't realize the inherent flaws or problems with the Greek system, I just have a desire to see lines in our historical register continue. Currently, four of the residence halls at DePauw were formerly sorority or fraternity houses. Charters were pulled for low numbers, alcohol violations, and a host of other reasons. The average freshman has no clue about any of the history at DePauw, and I don't think any of them do care. Kids are living in places that have hundreds of years of history, and all they can think about is getting trashed for the weekend or having sex with that one girl on the floor. Why don't people care about what other people do? If people just took the extra few minutes to get to know a person chances are that that they would learn things that would rival any movie out on the market today.