Yes, I Am In A Sorority

Yes, I Am In A Sorority

Why I love my sisters

I'm in a sorority. Yes, I said it. I'm in a sorority and it was one of the best decisions I could have made. Yes, I pay money to participate in activities and events but no amount of money could buy the friendship I have found within this group of women.

We aren't just a group of girls who go out and party and run around having wet t-shirt contests for charity. We hold fundraising events for women's wellness, we participate in activities with grade school kids, and we form bonds with one another that very few people can understand. We might have our own language to describe one another but that's because the word 'friend' simply doesn't cut it when we are referring to our Big or PSBF or our Gee.

I can personally tell you I did not find true friendship on my college campus until I got involved with my sorority. I wasn't the type that really had friends because of a situation that took place in high school so I shut everyone out. With my sorority, I know the friendships and connections I make are genuine and that I will carry them with me for the rest of my life because I see examples of it every day.

I received my bid as a freshman and while I know I have three years of watching my Gee and my Big and the rest of my sorority family graduate, I wouldn't have it any other way. The sorority has become a major part of my life and who I am.

When I take a Little, I know I will be bringing them into a family and a sisterhood that it amazing and something to be cherished. I can't thank my sorority enough for the happiness and experiences it has brought me so far and I can't wait to see what is to come in my next three years of college.

Cover Image Credit: Ashley Duke

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Shoutout To My Parents For Giving Me My Best Friend In The Form Of A Younger Brother

He's not as bad as I first anticipated.


This is a story about my best friend.

I was lucky enough to have a built-in bestie from the day he came home with my parents and I immediately questioned who they stole the "creature" from.

My brother's name is Andrew and he and I have always had a catty but close relationship, which has developed into something I wouldn't trade for the world.

When we were younger we were the most jocular kids you could find and spent our days running around with our school friends shooting each other with nerf guns, hiding in every corner to leap out and give the other a heart attack.

We would hang out for hours until someone antagonized the other (Andrew was always the trouble maker) and yelled for our mom to intervene, or took out our ager by practicing our yellow belt karate skills on each other until our fake punches got to be too much and we would die laughing.

I never realized how special my relationship with my brother was until I heard how my friends talked out their siblings. My friends would endlessly complain about how much they hated their brother or sister and wished they were never born; and me, being who I am, would be shocked that they used the h-word, and tell them that they must still love them which they would relentlessly deny.

Seeing these failing relationships taught me to cherish what my brother and I have, and that is honestly the most important responsibility, and gift, I could've ever been given.

Looking back, the best childhood memories I have include him, and I wouldn't have it any other way. From founding the science club (his closet that we would do experiments in, and give our friends golf balls with their name on it as a key), to sledding down a three-foot hill in our neighbor's backyard for hours, to surfing and boogie boarding until we turned to prunes, to the endless games of HORSE we played (I don't understand how I'm still terrible at basketball), he's been with me.

Since then, our relationship has blossomed into much more than snow wrestling and movie binging; now as an adult, coming home from college is the most stress relieving and exciting time, because I know I get to hang out with my brother and talk about the most obscure things until he makes me get out of his room (because teenage angst, you know!!).

Thankfully, the required familial love has turned into a never-ending love for my best friend and little brother, and I can't wait to keep growing up side by side and to see what the world has in store for us.

ANDDDD HE'S 17 (as of the 15th)

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