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The Mentality Of Greek Dance

Union Unplugged – Phi Nu Pi style – All D9 in This…

Strolling, dancing, hopping, whatever you want to call it….to some, it is merely show. Others, it is a serious matter. For me, well, it is a peaceful moment.


I take it as something that is bigger than myself. Because of this, I do it as if there are a million people behind me. There is never a half-assed stroll. However, I do adjust my intensity with the song. If it is somewhat competitive or a crowd, then the heat is on. Not because of what it is, but I believe in giving a show. If I stand by and watch people stroll, I expect them to give it 100%. That is why that I try my best to do the same.


My mind is actually at ease while doing this. There are a million things going on around me, but I can see them all. It is a happy feeling knowing that what I am doing is bigger than me.

Alone or Line

I have grown accustomed to both, which makes me somewhat a ‘King’ of it. Not my name, but I have been called multiple things when it came to hopping. As long as there is music, I can go and keep going.




My Shield

copyright by Iota Phi Theta Fraternity Inc.Since November 2008, I have carried a shield around. A shield that represents more than myself; rather, an organization. A fraternity…a brotherhood.

Iota Phi Theta means more to me than a multitude of things in life. Greek life does change you. For me, it became my shield and the fire that chiseled my being.


I would not generally describe myself as anything. I let everyone else bring the description according to my actions. The thing is that I never dictated them; rather, I was passive. It took a lot to have a more active, less passive persona. I always thought that if I was too active, I would hurt people’s feelings. The thing I learned is that those who truly support me will understand me. Others will move on with their lives. Why should I care to begin with?

So, I decided to let all the strings go and cut loose with life. I can care less about the past because no one in it cares about me. So, why spend my time having sincere compassion about a past that has forgotten about me. Perhaps it is time for me to forget about it.