What you have seen on "Legally Blonde," or heard during recruitment, does not begin to encompass the reality of living in a house full of 40 plus women. Frantically raiding every closet before a date party, hearing five different alarms go off starting at 5 a.m. (thanks Jayde), and life talks with our beloved house mom have made the Alpha Gamma Delta house my home.
Before I go any further, I have something to admit: I'm no longer a member of AGD. This doesn't take away the bonds I have with the girls who will still be my bridesmaids, nor does it make me bitter towards Greek life as a whole. If anything, this decision has really proved to me just how close the Greek community is. Although some were reluctant, I was still welcomed with open arms to the Alpha Gam house as if I had never left. That right there is sisterhood to me.
Anyway, rewind to the fall of 2013; the beginning of my junior year and first year living in a sorority house. The lack of personal space was my biggest concern, but ended up being the easiest to adjust to. I looked at this as a blessing. There is always someone who wants to go to the library, venture uptown, listen to you vent about the guy that won't commit, and most importantly; split a large pizza with you at two in the morning.
Aside from the girls you will spend every waking moment with, I cannot forget to mention the other people that you will spend an equal amount of time with: the house mom and chef. They know the ins and outs of the house. The AGD house mom of 30 years, Inez, and genius chef, Greg, were undoubtedly the glue that kept us together. Although this past year was their last year serving for Alpha Gam, the Zeta chapter was very spoiled to have the both of them for as long as they did.
Of course, there are a few cons of living in a sorority house. Petty drama and the occasional cat fight will inevitably occur while living in a house full of girls. What sisters don't get on each other's nerves from time to time? But trust me, this will end up being a great learning experience on conflict resolution. The constant chatter, laughter, and slamming of doors also became a little frustrating if I was trying to have a moment to myself. Looking back, I would give anything to hear these frequent sounds of chaos again.
Not even the annoyance of shaky wifi could outweigh the lifelong memories I made living in a sorority house. I will never have a heart-to-heart with someone in the Treasurer's Double, argue with someone in Suite 2, or laugh with someone in the President's Triple. I will never crave dessert more than I did on Wednesdays thanks to Inez. I will never paint a banner in the basement for hours on end. I will never cry more than I did moving out of the Alpha Gamma Delta house. I know that I will never have an experience like that ever again, and I am so thankful that I did.
