“I watched her zip up her white dress in the mirror; I watched her cross and uncross her legs; I watched her, and my friends watched her, and in the movie we were watching the other characters, men and women, watched her. I hated her so much, and so purely, with such satisfaction. I couldn’t look away.”

“He didn’t feel any pain. He died instantly.” That was how she told me that my father was dead. I was 14.

Perhaps you picture fraternities and sororities like Animal House or the House Bunny, but here’s a life lesson: life and movies often do not resemble one another.