Anyone who knows me knows I'm not your typical sorority girl. I'm not the girl that loved rush and cried tears of joy on Bid Day. Yes, I'm in a sorority. Yes, I enjoy it. And while I think the whole idea of a "stereotypical sorority girl" is completely moronic and just incorrect, it doesn't change the fact that there is one, and I am not her. Maybe you aren't either. This is for you.
I really didn't know if I was going to rush or not until right before school started. I had older friends who tried it and ended up dropping. I had other friends who loved it and will more than likely take their colors with them when they're buried. I thought the whole thing was pretty superficial. I had this whole picture in my head, as most people do. You pay money, usually lots of it, to spend all of your free time with these people you did not know and who you may not necessarily like. I remember thinking that my sorority would be all that mattered to people. Morgan Little, (insert sorority here). I didn't know if I really wanted to be a part of that or not, but I knew that I would meet a lot of people so as an out-of-state student, I decided to go for it.
I remember how intimidating it was when I went through recruitment. Everyone there acted so excitedly and bubbly, and all I could think about was how many more houses I had to go to before I could go home. I don't care what you say. Everyone is fake to an extent. Sometimes it's necessary, and to be seen the way you want to be, I would say being a little fake during rush is absolutely necessary; however, I really just don't think it's possible for me. I'm pretty much an open book. If I'm having fun, you'll know. Unfortunately, if I'm not enjoying myself, it will come off loud and clear. I wasn't necessarily negative about the whole situation, but I definitely did not enjoy it. I did find that I was not the only one like that, though. There were other girls, more than I thought, that were in the exact same boat I was so that made me feel better.
Each day during recruitment, when girls got their houses for the day and realized their favorites weren't on there, there were tears; lots and lots of tears. I don't do tears. Tears are not my thing. When the tears came, Morgan ran because frankly, I didn't understand. I'm sympathetic, but that was just too much. Girls were upset that they didn't get their favorite chapters; I get that. I was upset that some of my favorites cut me too, but the feeling didn't last because I knew the houses I had fought for me. Why would you cry over people who were okay with dropping you? Again, I'm sympathetic, but I just didn't get that.
The real tears came on Bid Day. There were tears of all kinds. Happy tears joined the sad tears, and I looked around and realized I was drowning in them. Don't get me wrong, Bid Day is great. Strangers who will eventually turn into your people are waiting with open arms to accept you into their family. It's great, but it might possibly be one of the most awkward days of your entire life. It's Bid Day. You might have met 10 people total of the hundreds of people standing before you. It's pretty intimidating.
So at this point, you're scared. You've read what seems like a sorority horror story and think that not only am I not the "typical sorority girl," but that I hate everything about it; however, I love my sorority. My people are there; all different kinds of people. I always have a place to eat and people to eat with. I always have a place to study, people to study with, and study supplies available. I know more people on campus because I'm in a sorority, which if you remember, was my main goal. My sisters push me to be the best version of myself. We keep each other accountable and are always there for each other. While I'm definitely not the person to get sappy and tell them this on a daily basis, they are my family here. They're what makes this place home, and I couldn't do it without them.
No, I'm not all gung-ho on all things sorority, but I'm a sorority girl nonetheless, and I've come to love it. You may not think it's for you, but I pinky promise you will find something in it that you will fall in love with. Good luck kid.
Go get em,
Your Not So Typical Sorority Girl
