My main goal in life is to become a nurse. Therefore, school is my number one priority. Being in a sorority, yes it’s for life, but it is an extracurricular activity . That’s why I have never really been a diehard sorority girl. To some people, their organization comes first, but when I think of it, if we didn’t go to our universities for academics, sororities and fraternities wouldn’t exist. So, always, school is number one.
So, I’d like to thank my university for introducing me to Greek life and I want to thank Greek life for introducing me to my sisters. The more I think about it, my sorority has impacted my life in so many positive ways imaginable that I can’t see my life without it. I have made best friends, whom I proudly call my sisters, the ones that will probably be the bridesmaids in my wedding. I have made so many connections to different organizations both inside and outside of Greek life that allows me to build my network skills. I have volunteered and served the community, which makes me feels so good about myself because I’m giving back. My sorority is amazing and when I couldn’t be there to take part in my chapter’s growth, I was heartbroken.
It’s that day, bid day, where every sorority girl’s adventures begin. I starkly remember mine. I ran to my sisters, sobbing, excited. Maybe even peed my pants a little because I was home. I was welcomed with open arms and never felt so loved. I hugged everyone, shouted the chants as loud as I could, and never looked back. To say the least, it was one of the most memorable days of my life to date.
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Then, the following year, I got to participate in recruitment. It was weird being on the other side of things, scoping out PNMs. However, it was a different kind of exciting. It’s the fact that you get to meet all the girls that you loved in recruitment because you were about to call them your sisters. It was a rush. I can still feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins to see all of the girls being so excited, running to us. I felt special that there were girls who looked up to us and wanted to be one of us. I really have never seen such happier faces and I was overjoyed to begin a new journey with the new members.
Then, this school year has come along. Unfortunately, I had to transfer and without a chapter at my new university, I have never felt so lost. I miss my sisters so much that sometimes I really don’t know what to do with myself. A month has past and my sisters began formal recruitment. The only part I had in that was observe. I was an outsider. Granted that I could have participated in bid day, but I was so far away. It was impossible to make the time. Therefore, all I could do was watch. There were countless snapchats, pictures, videos, and posts. Again, I saw the eager girls running to my sisterhood and my sisters welcoming them with loving arms. This time, through a screen. Let me tell you, I never cried so hard. I couldn’t meet the babies. I couldn’t swarm them with my love. I couldn’t shout my letters with my sisters loud and proud. I wish I would’ve went, but I didn’t. For that, I am forever regretful.
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It’s so disheartening that I can’t be there to accompany this year’s babies on the journey. I mean, I’ll eventually meet and socialize with them, but it hurts knowing I wasn’t there from day one. Bid day is such an eventful day. I never again would want to miss it for the world. Honestly, it’s one of the best bonding moments with both your current and new sisters. So, look out for me next year! I’m coming and that’s a promise.