I used to make fun of sorority girls when I was in junior college. When I transferred to my university I realized that I wanted to join a sorority, but I was scared I would lose myself and become a “typical sorority girl.” Now I have become one but I’m not mad about it. Because being in a sorority has mad me into a better, stronger, more independent person than I could have ever hoped to be.
I go to Starbucks almost daily, while wearing my over sized frat shirt and leggings while, also wearing Kendra Scotts to “dress it up” a little. I post my PSL on social media the second those red cups are stocked after using my gold card to purchase said coffee.
If I miss Starbucks one day it probably means i just replaced it with some bud light, because 2 words, Game Day. Which means I’m probably wearing that tacky orange and blue with my high waist shorts and cowboy boots while frat hopping up and down tailgate. Of course followed by a night out at my favorite bar celebrating our win.
But you best believe I am the first girl my sisters see walking into Monday night chapter. I’m the girl who greets them at the door and I’m the one who ensures they are off their phones and listening to our fab prez talk about the community service we’re doing at 8 am or about our upcoming philanthropy event in which we’re gonna out-raise our numbers from last year..which we always do.
I say “Little” about fifty times a day because 1) I have so many…(I like big families...whatever); and 2) I just am always with my Littles. I’m the one who posts a picture on Instagram every other day showing off my littles. and grandlittles, and great grandlittles to the point where when I ask someone (not in my sorority) if they’ve met my family they say “No but I know who they are cause you post so much about them” & If i’m not instrgaming my littles, I’m probably Instagraming a “throw what you know“ picture... on the beach... at Disneyland... on top of a mountain... in the pool... or the most important pan love throw what you know picture at the bar. My snapchat story is always in the hundreds.
I’m the girl who stayed up until 5 a.m. the night before initiation crafting for my twin Littles because I have horrible time management and forgot about the two tests I had the week before, which in fact I stayed up all night studying for (while drinking my Starbucks) and scored a solid B on each. I’m on the Homecoming float thats shared between my chapter and a fraternity. Again after staying up all night (thanks starbs) decorating that float with 6 banners when you started at 3 p.m. the day before the parade..in 9 hours. I still managed to be functional for my 8 a.m. class 5 hours after we finished decorating said float.
I’m the girl who opens a bottle of wine the minute after I take my last final... or midterm... or test... or even after my last class Thursday afternoon cause its officially the weekend and what are Friday classes? I have glitter permanently stuck in my hair because I wear it far too much than I should. I am also the girl who you see leading initiation practices and leading initiation. I’m that girl who cries during the ceremony because that’s how much I love our ritual and my sisters. I may be the girl who gets the award from her sisters as “Most likely to start her weekend on a Tuesday,” but I am also the girl who loves our history and our background and our ritual more than anyone I know. I've procrastinated graduating because I just have too much PanLove and Greek Life Love that I wanna be around forever and be involved in absolutely everything even if I have a mental break down AT LEAST once a week. I still absolutely love it.
I may be your typical sorority girl. But if being your typical sorority girl means being yourself and being happy, then I don’t really want to be anything else. I've learned that throughout the years you are your biggest critic and in the end, the only person who judges you is yourself. I’ve learned to just always do what you want and why please everyone else if you are unhappy?
