The number-one thing I wanted to do in college is be in a sorority. I thought that this was completely perfect for me and the type of person that I seemed to be. Because, ever since I was little, everyone compared me to Elle Woods from "Legally Blonde." Then, as I got into high school and college began to get closer and closer, I realized just how badly I wanted to be in a sorority.

I already had the typical look of a sorority girl. I had the attitude, the love of life, and desire for sisterhood; the only thing I was missing was actually sorority to be a part of. When I decided that I wanted to go into youth ministry, I knew my dream of joining a sorority became just that: a dream.

Christian colleges and universities don't typically have any type of Greek life, and my top choice of school definitely didn't have anything for me. But God works in mysterious ways, y'all. A couple of weeks before school started my freshman year, I switched schools to a private Christian university with a youth ministry program and Greek life. I was so excited to start my journey with what I thought would be the perfect fit for me.

Here at Lee, you have to be a student for at least one semester before you can rush (weird, I know), but I was willing to wait. Because, after all, this was a place where I could finally fit in, where I could finally be accepted for me, and where I would finally have the friends I had been searching for. Second semester came around, and time came to decide to rush or not. Freshman year was tough enough, and I was so focused on getting good grades and also dealing with some tough situations back home that I opted not to rush that semester.

I can honestly say that was probably my biggest regret of my freshman year.

Not because I wish I was in a sorority now, but because I needed it at that time in my life.

Fast-forward to my sophomore year, and I decided that, since I felt like I had a grasp on college, life, and who I was, it would be a perfect time to rush. First semester I went through the pre-rush process. I filled out the application and I even had the most perfect interview.

But I was overwhelmed.

My mom had just died, I had a new job, and I officially had switched my major to youth ministry. Obviously, I just wasn't in a place to truly take in everything that I wanted to get out of being in Greek life.

So I withdrew my application

I can honestly say, once again, this is probably my biggest regret. And it was because that's just what I needed at that time.

Second semester came around, and the first thing I knew I just had to do was rush. So I did. And it changed my life completely. I had another perfect interview, and I had all the right connections, so it honestly was no surprise to me when I got in. It was a complete surprise to me, however, when I realized that I didn't need this in the way I thought I did.

I was in Greek life for a total of seven hours, and in those seven hours I realized a lot about myself. I realized that I wasn't doing this because I wanted to be in a sorority. I was doing this because it was the life that everyone else had picked out for me. I realized that all of the things that I wanted to get out of Greek life I already had. I had an overabundance actually. I realized that I was complete because of who I am in God and not because I wear a jersey with letters on it.

That's when I decided to leave. I decided that Greek life wasn't what I wanted and I didn't really need it. But I can tell you I did need those seven hours -- they changed my life for good. Greek life is good, and I think that there is some great community and amazing fun times within it, but I can now say that who I am now doesn't need it. It's OK to not be in Greek life, it's OK to not completely fit in everywhere, and it's OK to still be figuring out who I am by my own ways.