Concerned medical students at the University of Michigan Medical School
It is imperative for us to critically examine individuals who are held up as examples worthy of emulation yet fail to represent the values of our institution and the ideals that are central to the practice of medicine.
Last Thursday, I sat in Hill Auditorium along with thousands of other Greek life members listening to the University’s top administrators. I sat next to my best friends and role models, whom I love and respect, but when my gaze wandered past the faces around me, I was ashamed to be a member of the entire Greek life population.
For those in BYX and for the hundreds who have experienced their parties before, this is the kind of night that’s filled with great memories and great people. For everyone else, you’re more than welcome to join in and find out for yourselves. Either way, you’ll never truly know what it’s like until you party with a Christian frat.
I am 18 years old. I am a female. I am a student, a writer, a fighter, an observer. I struggle with vanity. I struggle with self-acceptance. I struggle to be more forgiving, more generous and more knowledgeable tomorrow than I am today. I am a feminist.