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    â€œHey, y’all, I was thinking of picking up a couple of classes at Morehouse this semester,” Piper says. “I’m thinking it will be a good way to meet guys.”
    Gia giggles, “So do it, but don’t tell Meagan. She’ll do it with you.”
    â€œI know.”
    â€œOh, I know what I forgot to tell y’all about,” Gia says in an excited tone.
    â€œWhat?” I ask. I don’t like the sound of the excitement. She’s too amped.
    â€œWell, you know we’re having a Martin Luther King Jr. Day celebration over in the Sisters Chapel, right?” Gia asks.
    I nod. “Of course. The guest speaker this year graduated from Spelman in the sixties. I bet she marched with Dr. King.”
    â€œRight,” Gia says. “So we’ve been asked . . . well, I’ve been asked to choreograph an expression of dance for the program. I thought we’d do a theatrical interpretation of ‘Ride On, King Jesus.’ ”
    I give Gia a big, blank, wide-eyed stare, trying to figure out what this has to do with me.
    Piper asks, “So, you need us to help you with it?”
    â€œI’d love for y’all to be in it. Sunday, if you do it, I know I’ll get more participation from the girls on campus.”
    â€œWhy does no one believe or understand me when I say that dancing is not my thing?” I ask.
    â€œI know, I know, but I have an idea for you,” Gia says. “I want you to start off singing the song solo, and then the gospel choir will join in with you. You won’t have to dance at all. The dancers will do all that.”
    â€œAm I going to get to dance?” Piper asks.
    â€œYou may audition for me,” Gia says. “This is going to have a lot of African dance techniques. If you don’t know the moves already, it’ll be hard for me to get you up to speed.”
    Piper rolls her eyes, jumps up from the bed, and gives us a thirty-second rendition of some African-inspired dance. If it wasn’t for her pale skin, light eyes, and pointy nose, I would swear that girl was brought up on the coast of Ghana the way she swiveled her hips and swung those arms back and forth.
    She’s a bit out of breath when she gets done, but she says, “You mean those techniques?”
    Gia and I burst into laughter. “All right, girl,” Gia says. “You been watching a lot of National Geographic , Janet Jackson videos, or something, because that was on point!”
    â€œMy last foster mother’s church had a praise dance group. We did those moves on a song called ‘Anthem of Praise.’ ”
    â€œWell, you are in, girl. I like the way you move,” Gia says.
    Finally, Meagan reappears in less controversial wide-leg jeans, cream turtleneck and hunter-green belted vest. This outfit is a lot more conservative, and frankly more Meagan’s style.
    â€œSo, style jury, am I going to start any fights with this one?” Meagan asks.
    I shake my head. “Nope. You look really sophisticated. Definitely Gamma Phi Gamma material.”
    â€œSo let’s roll out. I’m driving, right? And the party is at the Gamma house?”
    Gia nods. “Yep. Let’s be out!”
    As we leave our dorm, we notice quite a few girls filing out as well, probably most of them going to the Gamma Phi Gamma party. It is the most elite sorority on campus and most of the girls who want to join any sisterhood want it to be Gamma Phi Gamma.
    The Gamma girls are strict too. If they invite you to their rush activities, they expect you to make the choice immediately to go the Gamma Phi Gamma route. If a girl seems indecisive or lets another one of the sororities court her too, she can pretty much forget crossing over as a Gamma Phi Gamma girl.
    Technically, they’re not allowed to pledge anyone or do any hazing activities, but there is an underground pledge process that takes place. The girls who are accepted based