Your Top-Tier Sorority Won't Matter When You Graduate

Sisters, Your Top-Tier Sorority Won't Matter When You Graduate

You may be "cool" now, but in 10 years no one will care


From one sorority girl to another, can you top-tier ladies knock it off? Congrats! You're in Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie! You get to party with all the cute boys, and wear the cutest clothes, and have the prettiest friends.

NEWS FLASH: That may matter now, but it won't matter in 10 years — or even five — and it shouldn't matter now.

When we're all in our 30s, hitting the bars on a Friday night, we're going to talk about how stressed we are at our jobs, or how cute the dog you saw during your lunch break was, not that you were in the best sorority on your college campus. Yes, being in Greek Life is such an amazing opportunity, and being allowed to participate in it is something no member should take for granted.

However, it's not something that you should be talking about years down the road, when popularity and looks really won't matter anymore. Yeah, you were voted "best dressed" and had the cutest boyfriend, but is that going to land you your dream job?

Yes, your sorority can land you some awesome connections. However, you can't just expect opportunities to fall into your lap because you were in a top-tier sorority, that's not how life works. Working hard and being diligent in the choices you make is something I've learned my entire life. I'm not saying certain people don't have to work hard as others, but that's kind of how life works. Some of us get the easy way out, while others climb steep mountains every day to make things work.

I'm tired of seeing how certain girls treat others on campus, simply because they find themselves superior to them, whether it be a look thing, or social rank in terms of people they know, or what club they're in. Why are we still judging each other like we are 16? We're adults in college, we should not be treating each other like we did in high school. I went through sorority Recruitment, and certain houses 100% judged me based on my looks as well as my personality. I felt so uncomfortable when I should have felt welcomed. I don't care if I wasn't going to be a good fit for your sorority, I deserved to be respected.

I'm proud of who I am, and my sorority has given me such great opportunities to become the best version of who I am. Yes, I will brag from time to time how great my sorority was in the future, but by no means should it be a topic of discussion all the time. I have to hope that not everyone developed this sense of entitlement that many of the girls on campus I've seen have. Let's stop categorizing based on looks and all support each other truly as we are supposed to.

Have fun thinking you matter more than me because of your sorority. My future matters more to me than the parties I went to, or the cool factor I have on campus. My school work and friends come first, and I'll always look back on the things I've learned happily. You're top-tier now, but you'll find soon that it simply won't matter anymore when you graduate. You'll have to learn to define yourself, and not be defined by a sorority.

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Working With People Who Are Dying Teaches You So Much About How To Live

Spending time with hospice patients taught me about the art of dying.


Death is a difficult subject.

It is addressed differently across cultures, lifestyles, and religions, and it can be difficult to find the right words to say when in the company of someone who is dying. I have spent a lot of time working with hospice patients, and I bore witness to the varying degrees of memory loss and cognitive decline that accompany aging and disease.

The patients I worked with had diverse stories and interests, and although we might have had some trouble understanding each other, we found ways to communicate that transcended any typical conversation.

I especially learned a lot from patients severely affected by dementia.

They spoke in riddles, but their emotions were clearly communicated through their facial expressions and general demeanor, which told a story all on their own.

We would connect through smiles and short phrases, yes or no questions, but more often than not, their minds were in another place. Some patients would repeat the details of the same event, over and over, with varying levels of detail each time.

Others would revert to a child-like state, wondering about their parents, about school, and about family and friends they hadn't seen in a long time.

I often wondered why their minds chose to wander to a certain event or time period and leave them stranded there before the end of their life. Was an emotionally salient event reinforcing itself in their memories?

Was their subconscious trying to reconnect with people from their past? All I could do was agree and follow their lead because the last thing I wanted to do was break their pleasant memory.

I felt honored to be able to spend time with them, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was intruding on their final moments, moments that might be better spent with family and loved ones. I didn't know them in their life, so I wondered how they benefited from my presence in their death.

However, after learning that several of the patients I visited didn't have anyone to come to see them, I began to cherish every moment spent, whether it was in laughter or in tears. Several of the patients never remembered me. Each week, I was a new person, and each week they had a different variation of the same story that they needed to tell me.

In a way, it might have made it easier to start fresh every week rather than to grow attached to a person they would soon leave.

Usually, the stories were light-hearted.

They were reliving a memory or experiencing life again as if it were the first time, but as the end draws nearer, a drastic shift in mood and demeanor is evident.

A patient who was once friendly and jolly can quickly become quiet, reflective, and despondent. I've seen patients break down and cry, not because of their current situation, but because they were mourning old ones. These times taught me a lot about how to be just what that person needs towards the end of their life.

I didn't need to understand why they were upset or what they wanted to say.

The somber tone and tired eyes let me know that what they had to say was important and worth hearing. What mattered most is that someone who cared was there to hear it.

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My First College Gal Pal Road Trip Was Amazing

Every girl should have one good girls trip.


In some way or another, everybody has a list of things they want to do in their lives before it's all over. After all, we're human. There's adventure to be had in every life. One thing I have always wanted to do before I grew too old and grey was go on a road trip with my gal pals to the beach. A couple weeks ago, I achieved this memorable milestone, and it allowed me to open up to new surroundings and experiences.

On this trip, I went with two of my friends from college, Kait and Lindsey, to visit my roommate Elizabeth in Virginia Beach. This was pretty big for Lindsey and I because neither of us had been to Virginia Beach before. Thankfully Elizabeth and Kait knew their way around the city, so we never got lost on our way to and fro.

Like most vacations, my favorite parts probably took place at the beach. I'm always at utter peace stomping through mushy sand or leaning down to splash the salty water that tries to knock my short self over. We took pictures and did something us college girls rarely have time to do especially in school: Relax.

The four of us did not live up to the crazed stereotype of girl trips in movies. Although I finally got a chance to sing along to Taylor Swift in a car ride with my friends, so that's always a plus. We played "Top Golf" one day, and by some miracle, I actually won the second game by a fair amount after much humiliation in the first one. We visited some of Elizabeth's family, and I finally got to meet her giant dog Apollo (I call him 'Wolf Dog'). Everyday was another chance to ask with enthusiasm: "So what are we doing today?"

Our trip wasn't like the movies where we all cried or confessed our deepest darkest secrets. Everything the four of us shared was laughter and this calm feeling of being at home, in the chaotic peace of each other's company. We understand each other a little better due to finally seeing what we're like outside of Longwood University. After this, all I can say is that we're most definitely planning the next one!

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