Nothing, so you take a trip down Sorority Row

Your calendar is clear until after lunch—indeed, it actually calls it a Relaxation Period—so you do the most relaxing thing you can imagine and ogle some teenage and twenty-something hotties. Of course, all the students at the college are extremely fit and pretty, but you're curious how sororities function now, so Sorority Row seems as good a place as any.

The street formerly known as Fraternity Row winds through campus from the road all the way back to the river, houses in varying architectural styles lining both sides, all standing in extensive grounds which the sisters use for outdoor activities. You see plenty of young women on your way, many of whom greet you with a smile as you pass them and you can't help think that it's a pity you've missed hell week, as you're sure the initiations would be most entertaining to watch.

Then, just as you reach the entrance to the street, you realize that thanks to the power of the Rulebook, it can be hell week, this week and indeed every week, if you want it to be.