If you haven’t heard, Greek Life might be coming to CU Denver. There have been student surveys and focus groups garnishing support since the initiative popped up a few years ago. Auraria Campus will likely transform into a more inclusive and student-oriented experience, differing from the streamlined academic priorities we’ve gotten to know since the university’s inception.
Change is in the air, and there’s no stopping it. Sure, there’s no official affirmation on Greek Life—it still has to be voted on, then all of the minutiae will follow (what organizations will be hosted, where they will be housed, fees, etc.)—but that’s not the only alteration on its way. For all we know, several fresh decisions will be enforced, ranging from different fee allocations to new club sports teams to department hierarchal shifts.
I have always been opposed to the idea of CU Denver incorporating fraternities and sororities, based on two major factors: the impending culture (reinforced by research and national patterns) and the former culture—I don’t want them to intersect. I sought out this school for many of its nontraditional features, like urban living and an allocation of resources toward academics that would otherwise be dolled out to athletics.
However, not only is this prospective change out of my control, it will not affect me. If Greek Life comes to CU Denver, it will be due to student input and a collective decision toward advancement. I will be long gone; hopefully finding success in my life post-grad, instead of worrying how new organizations will exploit rape culture hidden behind philanthropy, which probably wouldn’t be the case anyway.
I’ve been living within this façade that I’m good with change—it’s how I think of myself and part of my identity. It’s not until I’m confronted with situations like these when I realize that I enjoy the idea of change more than the application.
It’s always been that way: moving to Denver for college was exciting right up until the drive. Starting new jobs has always been idealized, until the second day of work, when I miss my old routine. New semester, new me—well, only until “old me” misses the comforts of procrastination and sleeping in.
Soon I’ll be faced with a whirlwind of change. My graduation will be followed with a move to a new city, (hopefully) a new job, and new experiences following my fall nuptials. Big things are headed my way, and instead of avoiding confrontation—one of my most comfortable vices—I’ll have to embrace them head on. I’ll invite change into the most intimate spaces of my life.
Change isn’t always about the big things. For every big alteration—the insertion of a new campus pastime, for example—there are hundreds of smaller ones, from shifting friendships to unexpected assignment deadlines to new student government officials. And while the large vicissitudes seem overwhelming, it’s important to embrace the little things; they add up. The idea of change does not compare to implementation; it’s worth it.