Tracy Walder arrived at the University of Southern California in 1996, and rushed Delta Gamma soon after. For the studious yet bubbly Southern California native, the Greek system provided a built-in social life and a place where she happily “blended into the crowd” of slim, pretty blondes. She attended alcohol-soaked parties, was elected vice president of social standards, and writes that she would have decorated her room all in pink were it not for the objections of her roommate. They compromised on a flamingo-pink beanbag chair.
But her outward girliness concealed deeper interests. A history buff and self-described news junkie, she planned to be a teacher until fate — in the guise of the CIA recruiter she met at a jobs fair her junior year — intervened.
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