If you’re expecting this to be some sort of exposé of the Greek system at Texas A&M as told from the point of view of a dark and twisty outsider, you might as well stop reading now. I’m not here to bash sorority girls; that’s not what this is at all. This is simply my story…
As a sophomore whose network of friends is primarily composed of girls who have 300+ sisters (no, their last name isn't Duggar), whether or not to go through the emotional rollercoaster that is formal recruitment wasn't a hard decision for me to make. I dotted my i’s and crossed my t’s before sending out the necessary paperwork, and before I knew it, August was here. Due to the whole “hush-hush” policy, I had been a one woman wolf pack for the past two weeks. I spent what little free time I had tanning, or in my case, taking baby steps toward becoming an actual skin color.
The time had finally come for me to go Greek or go home, so I put on my war paint and prepared for battle. The days were long and Mother Nature refused to cooperate; it rained almost every day. However, I refused to let the torrential downpour dampen my spirits. When I wasn't busy forcing small talk with the active members, you could find me chowing down on an all-you-can-eat buffet of Goldfish and Teddy Grahams. The lethal combination of an excessive amount of espresso and overly enthusiastic door chants just about drove me to an early grave, but alas I live to tell the tale. To be completely honest, the process was intimidating at first; these ladies seemed to have it all figured out. It wasn't until I had my first conversation with a girl about John Mayer that I realized they were totally relatable. As the week drew to a close, cuts were made and hearts were broken. I had carried my Bible with me as if it was a vital organ, and I consistently prayed to God that he would guide me down the right path. I inexplicably grew more and more uneasy with each passing day. The night before the final round, I was able to open my eyes from a caffeine induced haze. This wasn't God's plan for me at the time and it had never been more clear. If there's one thing I've learned in my 19 years on this earth, it's that life rarely ever goes as planned; God will completely wreck your plans over and over again. However, no matter how heartbroken you may be at the time, something wonderful is waiting for you just around the corner.
I cannot say enough good things about the Greek system at Texas A&M. It is a very relaxed environment compared to most SEC schools. The girls genuinely want the best for you and I am so excited for my friends who found their home this week.
