"What is that?" I dropped my bag and pointed at the large symbol above the doorway. It was a curly ‘U’ with a line down the middle. "Oh—that's the Greek letter for 'Y'—pronounced as 'sigh'—welcome to the Psi Dorms!" she said. She set down my luggage to throw her arms up in the shape of a “Y” as she announced the title. "It looks like the Devil's pitchfork," I said.
