We all have that group of friends who we've been attached to the hip since middle school, or we meet our best friends during freshman year and have become a family after having gone through the good and the bad. With me, I found my squad when I got to college and joined my sorority. The girls that I met almost a year ago have become the future bride tribe. You know you're part of a squad when you have new message every five minutes on GroupMe. If you guys are always down to getting dinner at Steak'n'Shake after a chapter meeting, then that's squad. The girls who you ride in the same car in for spring break and can stand eight hours in the car with them, then you've found your squad family.
Our times with our friends are always an adventure. The average night out is a whirlwind and everybody has their role. You got the mom, the responsible one. Then there’s the joker, the funny one who almost ends up getting the group in trouble with their humor. The selfie queen or that one friend who should be a photographer because they always know what looks good on you and what filter works to show off that new haircut. And the chatterbox, the person who has no filter and says whatever comes to mind at the most random occasion.
You guys can manage to hit the choreography to “Hit The Quan” in unison to a T. Knowing all the lyrics to that song that comes on Power 96.1 gets everyone in the car pumped up to go out to eat. You are each other’s secret Service and will take down whoever’s trying to mess with your homegirl. They’re the ones who’ll run a background check on your date by stalking his Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. Your girls are always there for late night adventures Chick-Fil-A and watching "Orange is The New Black" until 3 a.m. You always hold each other's hands as you scream your way through riding The Goliath at Six Flags. But most importantly, this is your little family.
They are your cheerleaders when you pass your chemistry final. They’re your personal trainer who drags your butt to the gym once a week. The therapists on stand by when life gets to be too much to handle. Your secret shopper when you can’t find anything to wear but a big t shirt, and they open up there’s to you. So here’s to the nights that turn into mornings and the besties that turn into roommates. The sisters who turn into bridesmaids and the friends that turn into family.
