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Glory

The sheer fact that you made it to the highest level of Greek life should be glory enough. You manipulated the system so well that you were able to make a complete life for yourself out of an experience you had in college. It really is the dream.

If you had grand plans of becoming a concert pianist then maybe glory isn’t the correct term here. But would you really pursue a career as a perpetual sorority sister post-graduation if you didn't want to do it? No, you’d be living in your parent's house crying over their grand piano while playing Requiem Mass in D Minor.

You've made a career out of being a social butterfly who slacked off in school because you were too busy partying hard with John Blutarsky. This mere fact is all the glory you need.

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