Sorority Life Means Sisters For A Lifetime
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Sorority Life Means Sisters For A Lifetime

Sisters are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings forget how to fly.

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Sorority Life Means Sisters For A Lifetime

I never thought of myself as your “sorority girl.” I didn’t think I was pretty enough or skinny enough but that all changed come recruitment week. Preparing for this week was very stressful and I felt as if I wasn’t good enough to rush, but with advice and help from my Gamma Chi’s everything began to be perfectly okay. For those who don't know, Gamma Chis, are sorority girls that disaffiliate themselves so they can help PNMs find their home. As I put together outfits, these girls would say "yay" or "nay" to each and every outfit, which made me feel like the stereotypical thought of sororities wasn't true.

We started off the first two days getting to know the girls in each house and how they felt about the bonds and friendships they had gained from going Greek. After Monday and Tuesday, I felt like no matter which house I called home in the end, it would provide long lasting friendships with these girls. My first house on day one was Sigma Sigma Sigma and I couldn’t have been happier because that was the house I was told fit me from several Alumni I had spoken to before recruitment week. Throughout the whole week I kept an open mind, and I got to learn more about every sorority.

On day three, I only went back to two houses, Sigma Sigma Sigma and Theta Phi Alpha. I was extremely observant as to which house made me feel like I was at home. All week long I looked for the house that made me feel wanted and needed. I would sit in every house talking to the girls determining which house was the one for me and best fit my personality. I would vision myself kicking my shoes off and laying on their couch. If I felt comfortable that’s where I belonged. The only house the whole week that made me feel this way everyday was the ladies of Sigma Sigma Sigma. Starting with day one to day five these ladies made me know it was okay to be my loud obnoxious self!

Bid day arrived sooner than I thought. I received a bid from Sigma Sigma Sigma Sorority and I cried my eyes out. This was an emotional time for me, because it was something that I wanted but never thought I was good enough for. I finally realized that I was accepted for being me. I never thought of myself as the “sorority girl,” but I and so happy I gave it a chance. I found a sisterhood that had the best band of sisters to be my family.

Sisterhood is many wonderful things. It's a warm smile on a cold and rainy day or a friendly hug when needed. It's sacred and eternal. It's knowing that there will always be someone there for you. Most of all, it's counting on others and being counted on. Sorority life is your home away from home.

I believe God has a purpose for us all and puts everyone in our life for a reason. Although managing school, work and sorority is hard at times, God would have never allowed me to join if it wasn’t for a reason. God will only give you what you can handle and nothing more. People come into your life as a blessing or a lesson and I feel that my sorority is offers me both. My sisters are definitely a blessing but they also teach me so many lessons. I have made friendships that I will keep until I die!

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