Between the absurdness of early adolescence and the dignity of full manhood, one finds the creature known as the SigEp. He comes in various sizes, weights, and ages, but all seem to have the same goals: to enjoy every minute, of every hour, of every day; to excell in academic, athletic, and social life; to anticipate forthcoming weekends; to do the right thing at the wrong time -- and the wrong thing at the right time; and to work together in a Brotherhood he will fight to his dying breath to defend.
The SigEp is found everywhere, on campus and off -- on the floor, on the tables, upstairs and down, piling books here and there, sprawled in front of the TV, playing cards, practicing for intramurals, heading for class, or sleeping 15 hours straight.
The SigEp is truth, with lipstick on his collar; beauty adulterated only by a sweatshirt and Bermudas; hope for the future with a date on his arm.
He is a composite -- He has the energy of an atom bomb, the irresponsibility of an overnight guest, the curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the enthusiasm of an evangelist, the ability of a decathlon star, the ingenuity of an inventor, the desire of a corporate president, the friendliness of a preacher, and the ego of the most conceited person in the world: he likes girls, parties, as little work as possible, unlimited curfews, weekend trips, and his 210,000 plus Brothers across the nation.
He is not much for blind dates, studying, common food, getting up early, going to bed early, and "Dear John" letters.
Mothers love them, fathers finance them, girls glorify and cuddle up to them. Heaven protects them . . . and the rest -- are still unsure.
No one else is quite so attractive, and yet so unaware of it. Nobody else gets so many laughs out of a joke. Nobody can eat as much, sleep as much, and enjoy life as much.
No matter what his mood or motive, he can melt a girls heart with, "Will you wear my pin?" He is constantly looking for other men who possess a strong enough character to merit being a SigEp, and in so doing, he allows a few more to enter the Halls of Sigma Phi Epsilon.

(Dr. Seuss was a SigEp in case you didn't know)
EDIT: This seems especially poignant given the email I just got about SigEp and their "influence" with members of congress.
The SigEp is found everywhere, on campus and off -- on the floor, on the tables, upstairs and down, piling books here and there, sprawled in front of the TV, playing cards, practicing for intramurals, heading for class, or sleeping 15 hours straight.
The SigEp is truth, with lipstick on his collar; beauty adulterated only by a sweatshirt and Bermudas; hope for the future with a date on his arm.
He is a composite -- He has the energy of an atom bomb, the irresponsibility of an overnight guest, the curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the enthusiasm of an evangelist, the ability of a decathlon star, the ingenuity of an inventor, the desire of a corporate president, the friendliness of a preacher, and the ego of the most conceited person in the world: he likes girls, parties, as little work as possible, unlimited curfews, weekend trips, and his 210,000 plus Brothers across the nation.
He is not much for blind dates, studying, common food, getting up early, going to bed early, and "Dear John" letters.
Mothers love them, fathers finance them, girls glorify and cuddle up to them. Heaven protects them . . . and the rest -- are still unsure.
No one else is quite so attractive, and yet so unaware of it. Nobody else gets so many laughs out of a joke. Nobody can eat as much, sleep as much, and enjoy life as much.
No matter what his mood or motive, he can melt a girls heart with, "Will you wear my pin?" He is constantly looking for other men who possess a strong enough character to merit being a SigEp, and in so doing, he allows a few more to enter the Halls of Sigma Phi Epsilon.

(Dr. Seuss was a SigEp in case you didn't know)
EDIT: This seems especially poignant given the email I just got about SigEp and their "influence" with members of congress.
1 comment | Leave a comment
