There's a reason why they call it PanHELL.

Honestly Panhellenic meetings are chaos at times. The Panhell President is from The Debutantes and she, The Pageant Princess as VP Membership, and I are generally all on the same page about things, which is totally important since we are at the top of the food chain. But the Director of Programming is from The Barbie's Whorehouse and honestly I've never wanted to strangle someone so badly. She is just so hoity toity and thinks she's better than everyone else.

We had an emergency Panhell debriefing today over an IFC issue from the weekend... which only served to make my Monday nights even longer than usual. Apparently some of the bros over at The Freemason Fraternity (their nickname since they're basically all elitists and super secretive) just got busted by the cops for some drug dealing and now their entire chapter might lose their charter with the university and those guys might just get kicked out entirely. There were news vans all over the place since it was a pretty big bust apparently. We've been doing our part to minimize bad press.

In any case, The Director of Programming aka The Elitist Bitch is in a pretty serious relationship with one of the bros at The Freemason Fraternity (surprise surprise) and she kept going off about how dealing drugs wasn't SO bad and how a little Xanax never hurt anybody. Not to mention crack and meth and probably a little X thrown in there. Everyone else took it pretty seriously but she just kept whining and whining and asking stupid questions about why we were even being called in for an emergency meeting. The whole point is so we can get together and unite as a community against all the undoubtedly shitty press that will come our way. It's like when the local news has nothing better to report, they'll report about some alleged hazing incident or something which is completely ridiculous. I could offhand and completely jokingly say that we make our pledges strip naked and pray to the moon goddess while covered in chocolate syrup and who knows, fucking 60 minutes would do a special report about the hazing rituals and how being covered in melted chocolate would like kill you or something. And then advertise some foundation of like people who died while being hazed or some shit with some "be aware: chocolate syrup can kill" campaign. Puhleeze. Give me a freaking break. As if hazing doesn't exist in firehouses around the country and in other forces where real shit could go down.

Honestly, I wonder sometimes if The Elitist Bitch gets illegal prescription drugs. If she does, she needs more to tone down her whining and her unbelievably annoying voice which is pitched like to the absolutely most hideous tone in the world. I'd rather listen to nails on a chalkboard.

During the chapter presidents' and chapter panhellenic delegates' debriefing directly after our debriefing, it turned into more craziness since some of them were concerned about what was going to happen with the investigation. Apparently there might be a pill problem going on, which is going to cause even MORE problems. There were whispers of needing to get lawyers in case they were implicated. It got pretty serious, which just made everything like 15x worse for us in leadership because if this gets out, shit will really hit the fan.

I know for a fact that The Rockette (our president... play on words since she's on the school dance team and she's a nuclear engineering major and probably going to be a rocket scientist) takes Adderall when she needs to pull through shit, but I'm pretty sure she gets it from her little brother who has ADHD. We can't lose her because she kicks ass at being president and pretty much rocks everything she touches. I honestly don't know how she does it with all of the classes and research that she does.

I need to go lie down and take some aspirin for the building migraine.