Monday, 16 September 2013

today and forever.

Whew, what a weekend! Life is going full-steam ahead at the moment, and it's about all I can do to keep up. To start with, my very clever Boyfriend got good news on Friday evening as we were eating dinner--he has a job! A real, full-time, grown-up job. So we went out for drinks in Ashton Lane and it ended with the Christmas Tree Incident of September 2013, which is truly a story for another time. 
We spent the rest of our weekend through in Boyfriend's hometown with his family, which was lovely. We got back last night and after walking home through howling wind and rain...whew, was I exhausted. It was a good weekend, even if it ended too soon. 

For those of you who recognize the source of this post title, well, you won't be disappointed. For those of you who are unaware, I'm about to tell you the story of the week my life changed. 
(dun dun dunnnn)

My friend Ashley and I in 2008, waiting for our bids.

This is the story of the week I joined my sorority.
I did my undergrad degree at a pretty small school in Lakeland, FL. It was about an hour from home and as soon as I stepped on campus, I knew that this was going to be my school. I went to every potential new student weekend I could, mostly because I was so freaking excited to be getting out of high school. During all of these weekends, I met a number of wonderful people and got to hear a lot about the Greek life system on campus. Now, if you'd known me in high school, you probably would have been shocked to hear me say that I was considering going Greek. But the truth was that they just seemed like a nice group of people--hanging out, doing service projects, and having fun. 

Bid Day dinner with my heart sisters.

When the school year came around and I finally moved in, I decided that I was actually going to go through recruitment. I didn't have anything to lose, really, and it seemed like a good way to make friends. There was a brief moment of panic when I realized there was a dress code for recruitment and I suddenly felt certain that NOTHING I owned was good enough, but my roommate Emily essentially told me to shut up and that I'd be fine.
(And for the record, she was right.)

I won't go into all the details of recruitment, but I will say that at the end of the first night, I knew. I knew that without a doubt, I just absolutely had to be no other option for me a member of Zeta Tau Alpha. I remember thinking that those girls were just so cool--they were smart, funny, gorgeous, and they made me feel totally at ease. Every girl I talked to had different interests, but they were still all sisters. I hardly ate all week because I was so nervous. How could I ever possibly be awesome enough to be in the same sorority as these amazing women? In fact, I was up all night the night before Bid Day trying to reconcile myself to the fact that I'd get my second choice. There was simply no way that I could get to be a Zeta. 

New Member retreat...the night I picked my Big!

Never in my life have I been so happy to be wrong as I was on Bid Day. 
My experience with Greek life is nothing like what the movies told me it would be. It was so much better than that. My recruitment week changed my life in a million ways. I made real, lasting friendships, often with girls I may have never collided with otherwise. I never felt pressured to party and I never got hazed. Seriously. My New Member period was filled with events, new friends, adventures, and gifts. I suddenly had older sisters to look up to, to be inspired by, and to care for me. I had friends in all years of college who wanted me to do my best. My parents credit Zeta with the sudden turn around in my grades between high school and college, and they're right to do so. When I was surrounded by intelligent women, I didn't want to fall behind. I saw the older girls in my sorority and felt in awe of them. I saw the girls in my class and thought, I can do that. I had sisters to study with, to ask for help, to get IHOP in the middle of the night with. 

In short, I had family.

One of the first pictures of my Big and me...Iowa is too far away. 

Being a part of Zeta inspired me to be a better version of myself. I pushed myself harder, joined more organizations, and dreamed bigger. I absolutely would not be where I am today if I hadn't joined Zeta.

My New Member class.

My sisters gave me the confidence to apply for leadership positions, to make mistakes, and to be a more active member of our college life. They stood by me in good times and in bad. I couldn't have asked for better. 

One of my first pictures with my Little! :) Miss you, Kate!

Some of my very bestest friends are sisters. And there's really nothing else in the world that compares to the bond we have. Even from what feels like a million miles away, I know they're there for me. 
If you're thinking about joining Greek life, I'd encourage you to stop thinking and to do it. Go through recruitment and see what you think. You might just find out that it's for you. 
You might just let it change your life.


1 comment:

  1. You had me at Ashton Lane - one of the first places I head when I'm home for a visit!


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