It was the whole reason I tried to join up: I wanted to fit in. Good ol’ Georgia boys, sons of farmers and senators and sheriffs, they didn’t want me – a skinny Jewish kid from Brooklyn – to be one of them. The brothers didn’t like me, I could tell. And Hell Week was… well, it was exactly what it sounded like. You lasted through Hell Week or you didn’t make the cut.
It was the week before pledges get initiated – popularly known as “Hell Week” – and I was nervous. In the early 2000s, I tried to join a frat at Georgia State University.
