How I spent my rapture weekend vacation

I just got back from a weekend on the other side of the island. Overall it was a nice little getaway in the middle of a semester that I have yet to end, but keep on acting like it's over with. Because let's face it, after taking my comp exams, everything else seems like a piece of cake. (While I'm on the topic, I was assured by a reliable source that I passed, but I have yet to receive official word to convince my cynical self.) Have I mentioned that this thing was a sorority convention event? Yes, there are sororities in Puerto Rico, a fact that still boggles my mind. No, I am not a part of this, I was included for reasons I don't feel like posting here in full detail other than the fact that I got a free weekend stay at a nice hotel with all expenses paid.

I brought in rapture day with sorority chicks and what felt like a sequel to prom. What can be more apocalyptic than that?

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Anywhoot, the point of this (other than to shed some personal details to this egotistically titled blog) is that there were a few things that I found interesting during the whole thing. One was how I found that no matter how high on the social sphere people are here, there is still a sense of patriotism when alcoholized. During one of the many shindigs, a batucada came in and out of everyone's lungs came the classic "yo soy boricua, pa' que tú lo sepas". Of course, this positive note came to an abrupt halt when they changed it to "yo soy *insert semi-anonymous sorority name here* pa' que tú lo sepas".

"Who told you to get married in the end of the world?" - American tourist to newlywed bride

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But what really got to me and my wanting to be a hater all weekend in me was that the whole sister thing is somehow there. I made a mental note (and actual cellphone memo) to remember that I found the act of uniting and working hard to do so many things as a group was a nice thing to witness. Somehow the things that I had made fun of the night before I left talking with a few friends in refugio just didn't seem true. Until I went to the bathroom and overheard anorexia lessons and gossip, and the whiskey sours I drank all night loss their effect of course. In the end I know that no social group can ever live up to their expectations, not even if they pledge alliance and love. We are after all human. Nevertheless it was a nice insight look into a faraway world from mine and if anything it also taught me this: there are nice rich girls, just meet them when they're fourteen instead of twenty.