Last winter I was blessed to go through the rush experience. Though it was a very intimidating meeting numerous pretty, intelligent, and witty girls in these large gorgeous houses with Greek letters I didn't know, it was such a wonderful process. Being at a very small university, rush is a much quicker process than at other schools I have heard about through my friends' experiences. In minutes after learning which house I was accepted into, I all of a sudden had hundreds of "sisters." This is a word I had never had any relationship to. I didn't think it would be a big deal being apart of a sorority chapter, and having these females as my new "family," but oh, was I so wrong.

Freshmen year is just a sip of the reality of what is truly like to be in a house. You are only truly a member for a couple of months before you depart campus for the summer. The hype and excitement overwhelms you all summer. In constant communication with your pledge class via GroupMe, though you have only actually spent a few hours here and there and a single sleepover with these girls you have a positive feeling you will all go together like delicious peanut butter jelly.

It's awkward. The first few days after you have moved into the big beautiful white house you are walking around the halls and realizing you don't know quite a few of your "sisters." You feel guilty and uncomfortable for not knowing their names, especially the seniors - they are living down the hall from you, you should definitely know their names. But, it's okay. They probably do not know your name either. So, you finally get the courage to just say "what's up" and ask their name. It's hard for both sides, no one wants to be awkward or make it weird by introducing themselves. But, hey sisterhood, no one is judging.

Getting ready. Oh Lordy Lou. I have never been in a confined space when so many females are trying to get ready to go out. Not having sisters in my immediate family I never really had to share any type of clothing, other than oversized sweatshirts and basketball shorts with my brothers. It is quite the experience and if you haven't ever witnessed it, I'll explain it one picture. Imagine sixty-ish girls running around hallways trying on each other's clothes and shoes, doing each other's hair and makeup, singing loudly to girl power-ish songs, and getting beyond pumped to strut their stuff on those frat basement dance floors. It is such an exciting process that is so fun to go through multiple times a week.

Feeling the love. The greatest thing about living with so many girls under one roof, is that someone is always there. Someone is always there to chat it up with you, no matter what the conversation is about. Someone is always willing to lay around on the informal couches and watch weird YouTube videos. Someone is always willing to walk to the library with you. Someone is always willing to dance obnoxiously with you in the kitchen. Yes, sometimes you need to be alone and away from everyone, but the moments you need a smiling face or a big hug, you have plenty of options.

Wrong. My whole life I was always so grateful I never had sisters, because I am a competitive psycho and thought that it would just be a constant battle. Maybe, being given two brothers was the absolute best thing for me, because then when I was given a hundred sum sisters it seemed like the greatest thing in the world. I am so grateful to be apart of such a wonderful fraternity. And borrowing some classic Drake lyrics, I am beyond blessed to go "zero to a hundred... real quick" on my number of "sisters." #blessedtothemax