What do you think of when you read that word? Friendship? Sisterhood?…Legally Blonde?
If you had asked me a year ago, or even a few months ago, what sorority meant to me, there would be a 99.9% chance that I would have said Legally Blonde.
I began college with no intentions of EVER joining a sorority, no knowledge of sororities, and no interest in anything sorority-related. Sororities seemed to embody all characteristics of the female gender that I hated; drama, nauseating amounts of girliness, shallowness, egotism, a LOT of pink…you get the point.
I was what some may call…(gasp)…a GDI-at-heart.
So…you can imagine everyone’s surprise when I had decided to rush a sorority. I had a feeling I wouldn’t last and had even planned to drop out in the middle of the process. After all, I was a strong, independent, W-O-M-A-N! But mostly being surrounded by hundreds of screaming girls that I was forced to flirt with all day wasn’t exactly my cup of tea.
As rush commenced, I cut a few houses after each round, leaving me with three final houses for the last round – preference round. I had made it to the finish line and would only have to lady-flirt with three people that day…I could handle it. I strolled out of the first house of the day and thought, “I don’t need to visit any other houses because I want that one and that one only.” Now I know I’m a blunt person but this was clearly me being a moron.
I went on to the next two houses as was required. The last one was Delta Delta Delta; the house that had originally been my first choice. It was no surprise that Morgan, whom I had met during the second round of rush and fell in love with, was assigned to pref me.
We laughed at the same
bitchy jokes. We made fun of ourselves. We had the same train of thought and had easygoing conversation. She was the one who had kept me coming back to the house for more. But remember, I’m a moron and kept thinking about the other house I had mentally committed to whilst we were talking.
YET, something interesting had happened in my final moments of rush with that special senior…I, being the moron I am, told Morgan I was also in love with another house. Though I expected the usual trash-talking about other sororities, she said, “If I see you running to the house tomorrow it would make me the happiest senior, I would cry like – I can’t even – like seeing you would mean that I did something right for the house.”
Those were the last words we exchanged before I was hurried out of the house by the hundreds of singing, clapping, cheering girls…HOW AWKWARD?!?! I walked outside of the house into the frozen tundra of Syracuse and frantically changed out of my heels into snow boots when, suddenly, the tears started to flow like water out of a faucet. WHAT THE F WAS I GOING TO DO NOW. I casually cried for another hour, hour and a half…could’ve been two hours (I stopped keeping track after a certain point) and then finally made my decision.
Which house did I end up at on bid day, you ask? (HERE’S THE CLIMAX OF THE STORY SO PAY ATTENTION).
300 Walnut Place.
Morgan was waiting outside with a tiara in hand for me, of course, screaming, jumping, and dancing upon my arrival. We danced gaily, frolicked in the snow, and embraced at the sheer joy of new sisterhood…okay I’m embellishing a little but YOLO.
My main point is this:
You took me into your house. You let me into your amazing Diva family. You make me look forward to my years to come in the house and you make me envious of the influential mark you have left on Syracuse University. You led me to Tridelt and though it’s just my beginning, I know that I will be forever grateful for that.
Congratulations on your graduation Morgan…Love you always!