When in Rome, do as the Greeks do

I was inducted into the honor society last night. One by one we approached the table at the front of the stage, blew out our candles, signed the registry and turned to the PTK officer next to us who handed us a flower and smiled as she said "This rose is a symbol of our intellectual friendship."

It was a beautiful ceremony, full of inspirational speeches and traditions. I can't help but feel it was wrong of me, therefore, to be thinking:

Yes, yes, we're all intellectual friends. Now could we please wrap this up? I have to pee!