To the Family That Chose Me

To the Family That Chose Me

I never thought I'd be the girl to rave about how much she loved her big

I never thought I'd be the girl to rave about how much she loved her big, but here I am getting misty and sentimental over everything I’ve gained since joining a Greek organization. In the wake of Emory’s annual mock recruitment, I started thinking about how my life has changed since this past January. Before coming to Emory, I took the portrayal of sorority women in TV and movies as fact and was convinced I didn’t want any part of it.

But, as I explained to so many people during Novemberfest, Emory Greek Life was far different than what I was expecting and, with that, far more appealing.

As I now prepare to go through recruitment on the other side, I’ve begun to notice all of the unexpected virtues of my decision, starting with my sorority family. I used to think that the exaggerated proclamations of love for one another were forced and fake, especially when it came to how much girls just loooooooooooved their bigs. And then I got my big. And I loooooooooove her.

My big, Lucy, and my grandbig, Emmy, have been the most constant source of inspiration in my life for the better half of the year, and it’s easy to see why just by humblebragging about their accomplishments: Emmy had a job with Teach for America lined up for after college by the end of her junior year, and Lucy’s tireless work landed her a dream internship at Deloitte (which, as a humanities major, I had to ask around about but can confirm that this is a really big deal).

But more than just their public accomplishments and accolades, the two of them have gone through more than their fair share of life in so short an amount of time. And yet, they manage to face every day with this fierceness and optimism that I thought only Beyoncé could ever possess. Moreover, they made time for me when I needed them most this year, despite both being in the midst of stress and neverending work. While by no means claiming they have it all together, they work against their flaws and faults to be the best they can possibly be. They, to me, are some of the strongest women I have ever met and being with them constantly motivates me to work to be better.

I was so distraught for so long about not having a friend group in college. I always felt like I was missing out on having a small pocket community that I could turn to for everything, not realizing that I had made so many amazing best friends spread out across the campus. There are no words for me to describe how much I love and value these friends I have made at Emory, but there’s something deeper in how I feel about Lucy and Emmy: they’ve made a small family here away from home, and they’ve welcomed me into it with open arms.

To the family that chose me, the only thing I can say is thank you. I loooooooooooove you.

Cover Image Credit: Emily Sharp

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21 Lies College Students Tell Their Parents

I can almost guarantee that you have used at least five of these.


Let's be honest. College is the best time of your life for a lot of reasons, and maybe you should not tell your mom all of them when she calls. I can almost guarantee that you have used at least five of these, and the others — maybe you should try next time!

1. "I can't talk now, I'm in the library."

Typically used when the student is too hungover to talk.

2. "Gotta go now, I'm walking into class."

Then hit play on Netflix.

3. "I think it might be food poisoning."

Was it the food, or all of that alcohol? Your symptoms sound more like a hangover to me.

4. "No, I didn't just wake up."

It is 4 p.m. and, yes, you did.

5. "I need more money for laundry and food."

Meaning, "I need more money for things I don't think you will give me money for."

6. "I never skip class!"

When we use this one, it usually does not refer to anything before 11 a.m.

7. "I studied all night for that test!"

If by "studied all night" you mean you watched TV shows in the library, then, yes, all night.

8. "Everyone failed that test."

And by everyone, I mean me and my friend who did not go to sleep until 3 a.m.

9. "I'm walking home from breakfast with my friends."

Yeah, OK. You are just lucky she cannot see last night's outfit and the high heels you are carrying. We know where you have been.

10. "Potbelly's is a restaurant."

I mean, they may sell tacos, but I'm not sure I would call it a restaurant.

11. "I go to Cantina's for the Nachos."

I hope that is not the only reason but, hey, you do you.

12. "The $40 charge on the card from last Saturday? That was for school supplies!"

Yeah, right. It was for a new dress.

13. "Nobody goes out on weeknights, especially not me."

We all know grades come first, right?

14. "I can't remember the last time I went out!"


15. "I make my bed regularly"

About as often as I clean the bathroom.

16. "I did not say 'Margarita Monday,' I said I went to 'Margaret's on Monday'!"

Following the use of this lie, do not post any pictures on social media of you with a margarita.

17. "I use my meal plan, and eat in the dining hall all the time."

As you scarf down Chick-fil-A.

18. "I eat healthy!"

For those without a meal plan who have to grocery shop on their own, we all know you spend $2 on a 12-pack of Ramen noodles and the rest on a different kind of 12-pack.

19. "No, I don't have a fake ID."

OK, "John Smith," and where exactly in Wyoming are you from?

20. "I'm doing great in all of my classes."

We use this one because you cannot see our grades online, anymore.

21. "I did not wait until the last minute to start on this."

We all know that if you start a paper before 10 p.m. the night before it is due, you are doing something wrong.

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To Love a Broken Vase — An Ode To Valentine's Day

"To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides." --David Viscott, How to Live with Another Person, 1974


I remember an anecdote my elementary school teacher told us in the fifth grade. When a mother is pregnant with a child, they feel comfortable in their flesh. Provided with everything they needed to survive, they don't have to worry about anything. It's not until after they are born and the umbilical chord is severed that they realized they were not good enough, and insecurities fester.

I went through a similar process when I was growing up. Contained within my family and books, I felt like I held the world in my hands. It was not until high school where I seriously sought out others for company and wanted to apply myself to the social universe. And I saw myself changing in not only my behaviors, but how I see myself within the world.

With working hard to get good grades, with trying to get my driver's license, and becoming a better person overall, I realized the process involved a lot more effort than I ever had expected. And I found myself unprepared for the slow drudgery of it all. While I once pushed through to get things done, now I find myself giving up on projects while coming up with new ones. I frequently turned to my laptop for solace, as it kept my fantasies alive, but it also stole time away from me.

These behaviors showed in my relationships: I found it hard to meet up with friends, and my parents started worrying about what would my future look like. With the latter, I've had multiple conflicts with them, with me asserting I wanted to be free from everything, including accountability. Of course, that perception was quite unrealistic — to love and be loved, as well as to succeed, there has to a tug to know when you're doing something wrong.


A year ago, I wrote an article about how I saw romantic love from somebody who has never been in a relationship. Many things still apply today — I'm better off working towards my educational and career goals than seeking out love, though with Valentine's Day, it still fascinates me on whether or not I could be loved from somebody else.

From what I've heard from others, they would be charmed by my intelligence and kindness, neither fulfilling the stereotype of a nerd nor the perfect angel. However, the naivete would also put someone off, and potentially puts them in danger. I also see myself as the spontaneous type, but to the point where I forget where my priorities are, again making them worse than they really are. I imagine they would be intrigued by me as a friend or a lover, but end up breaking away after a short amount of time.

I don't imagine finding myself loving other people in the short term; however, I find myself open towards others. And that what makes me more afraid about how people view me--will they not be able to see the positives in myself when the time comes? Will they be just as capable of forgiving me the same way my family does?

At the end, I should take my friend's advice for Valentine's Day — love oneself. And take actions to make sure that I can love myself deeper and further.

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