I would first like to say that I didn’t want to be a sorority girl. I thought it would be endless drama, pressure and petty fights. Constantly, I told myself I was better than to join a Greek organization. I felt like I was better than the formals, socials, and plethora of T-shirts. I thought all of this until I met you all—my sisters.
From the moment I sat down on the couch in our house during open bid recruitment, I felt completely comfortable. I listened to countless stories of sisterhood, support and love. You all welcomed me with open arms and bright smiles. Moments after I left, I received an email with a bid. It took me no time in accepting it. As soon as I accepted it, I was afraid I made too quick of a decision, but my fears disappeared as the semester went on. You all never ceased to be there for me. Through all of the family problems, mental health issues and boy trouble, you all were the first ones texting me to see how I was holding up. Whether I wanted late-night ice cream or needed a girls night on the town, you all, my sisters, were there every time.
I have been in Greek life less than a year but can confidently call a lot of you some of my closest friends. My Instagram is full of pictures from socials, formals and philanthropy events representing our letters proudly. And as silly as it is, my Comfort Colors shirts and leggings have become some of my other closest friends. Putting over 100 girls in one place can be stressful and naturally, drama can arise. But at the end of the day, I wouldn’t trade our sisterhood for the world. Because if I did, I would lose my partners in crime and fellow troublemakers.
And of course, I have a special thanks for my Big. Thank you for taking me under your wing and showing me the way. The way may have been a bit rugged at times, but we made it together. Thank you for wiping my tears and hugging me when I need it most. If I ever need a laugh or someone to vent to, I know you’ll be there, Chipotle in hand. You introduced me to some of the best moments and people in my life. You constantly spoil me with affection and love, and I can’t say thank you enough for that.
So, cheers to my first year as a sister and here’s to many more! Here’s to the struggle of fall recruitment, the joy of watching new girls run home, the love I’ll feel for my future little, the giggles we share at socials, the dresses we pick out for formal, the tears we cry together, the embarrassing moments we experience together and the sisterhood we have. I feel almost ridiculous about sneering at sorority girls last year because now I am proud to be one.
