Last semester I got an email invitation to join the BYU chapter of the Golden Key Honor Society, or something like that. I thought, “Oh, that might be cool.” And I went to register. When the first thing they asked for was my credit card number, I realized I was wrong.
Why are there so many pointless clubs and societies that do nothing but want my money to join?
Currently listening to: “23” by Jimmy Eat World
I joined that Honour Society (maybe they think the British spelling gives it an aura of prestige). And the only reason that was better than joining the “1,000,000 people” tautology group on Facebook was that I got my picture in my hometown paper. Wahoo…