she asked as I threw my hands above the cube walls, signaling quantities with my fingers as I called them out. No, but I am a sorority girl, I replied. That explains it! She laughed. The neon-colored clips and post-its, the abundance of highlighters and frequent color-coding, the stars all over the boxes being shipped to our event next week.(she said to decorate the boxes to make them easily distinguished as ours, and I don’t think she thought I’d really do it.) I’m bringing sorority to the cube farm, I like it, and secretly I think they do too.