From The Girl Who Will Never Join A Sorority
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From The Girl Who Will Never Join A Sorority

The girls that I had pictured in my head were everything that I did not want to be.

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From The Girl Who Will Never Join A Sorority
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I'm from a small town where the only thing to do was just leave. Hunting, fishing, mudding, driving down back roads, and have a good bonfire are what the days and nights consisted of. The high school parking lot sound like a truck rally or a derby and everyone wore camo at all times of the day at all times of the year. We even had a "drive your tractor to school" day. I am in no way, shape, or form hating on where I'm from because I'm proud to say that it's my hometown. That place and the people in it have made me into who I am. But I am saying that glitter, sparkles, and a high pitched girly scream wasn't really my thing.

I had this preconceived mindset that sorority girls wore close to no clothing and partied all day and night and wanted all of the attention all of the time. It was what I had witnessed in movies so it HAD to be true..right? (Barf.)

It's my junior year of college and I decided to rush. I don't know why...I just wanted more friends and people that I could rely on. It was a long, rigorous process and it left me feeling extremely exhausted. But the girls I met shattered every stereotype I had set for them in my mind. They were sweet, down to earth, and honestly some of the funniest people I have ever met.

Skip forward and I've officially joined a wonderful sisterhood. I put "I need a hug" on my Snapchat story and I had at LEAST 10 reach out and tell me they were there if I needed anything. People that I have considered my best friends and who I have known for years didn't even react but these girls were on it. If I need to borrow a pair of shoes or even just simply need to run to Walmart and don't want to go alone, I just put it in the group chat and I have girls instantly replying. They have made it a point to learn my face and name and if they see me on campus they give me the biggest, friendliest smile.

I posted in the group chat that my house was infested with spiders (we found like 5 and I was done) and they all said "to hell with that" with me. Some even offered me a place to stay if I needed it. And when I get the chance to talk to the girls in person they check in and make sure that the problem is handled. They check in on seemingly small things like spiders in my house.

I know without a shadow of a doubt that these girls have my back, my side, and my front. Some of them may even go as far as carrying me across the finish line. Probably literally if I needed it. And I know these things after only knowing them for a couple of weeks.The sense of family and love that radiates from this sorority makes me understand why they're called "sorority sisters". Because they are my home away from home. And I would do anything for them. I know that they all would do the same for me.

So, from the girl who told herself that she would NEVER join a sorority, I'm so glad that I did. I love my sisters and I'm so excited to see where they take me and how they not only encourage me but also help me become a better woman.

Oh, and it's not all glitter and sparkles. ;)

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