I’m not Greek. I’ve never rushed, I’ve never been inside a fraternity or sorority house and I’ve never attended any of the big Greek events like Mustache Bash or Spagammi.

I will admit, I came into college with an anti-Greek bias.

I’ve always been a bit wary of that level of sisterhood, but it was Alexandra Robbins’ book Pledged that cemented my decision not to join a sorority.

However, as a student at a school where 19 percent of students are a part of Greek life (according to DU’s Website), I definitely notice the presence of Greek life.

Many of my friends are in fraternities or sororities, and they seem to enjoy it, most of the time.

While I personally am not interested in joining a sorority, I can appreciate the fact that, for some people, Greek life is a great part of the college experience.

They enjoy the camaraderie, the pre-planned social events, the philanthropy.

That being said, there are some parts of Greek life I will never understand:

Hazing. As much as schools work to eliminate it and Greek leadership tries to deny it, hazing is a part of Greek life at many schools across the country.

Take, for example, the case of the University of Alabama student who suffered from severe burns and a collapsed lung as a result of a Sigma Phi Epsilon event at which pledges were asked to sit on a heated metal chair.

The fraternity, which was kicked off campus, insisted that no one was required or forced to sit on the chair.

Guess what? Asking, instead of ordering, someone to cause himself bodily harm does not absolve one of responsibility. Hazing is hazing, required or not.

“Greek Sing.” Joining about 30 other girls in singing sexually explicit songs detailing exactly what we (supposedly) would like to do with and/or to a group of boys, most of whom I’ve never met before? No, thank you.

Being excessively loud and obnoxious. Traveling in groups of six or seven to pound on the doors of pledges at 12:09 a.m. is not only clearly a violation of the quiet hours rule in the dorms, but it is also extremely inconsiderate.

With every rush period, I can expect to be awakened several times during the night by the pounding on doors, shouting of names and excited squeals that signal acceptance by the Greeks.

The message I get? We like you so much that we’ll deprive you of sleep! Also, we’ll deprive everyone else on your floor of sleep since we don’t care about the feelings of others!

Now, I do realize that many Greek organizations do a lot of good work.

I also recognize that my observations are not necessarily representative of Greek life as a whole, but they aren’t meant to be.

They are what they are: my personal experiences with and observations of Greek life.