Turn Around Bright Eyes

I don’t blame people for laughing when I tell them I’m in a sorority.  It’s a stereotypically drama filled mad house of a bunch of women living together.  It’s portrayed in the media as a place for fake girls to live out their college lives stabbing each other in the back.  While I can’t speak for every house in every state at every college, I can say with conviction that I’ve had the best time of my life as a sorority girl.  I’ve grown into my person.  My sisters make me feel beautiful.  They make me feel confident.  They make me feel like I’m accomplishing something in my life just by them loving and supporting me.

I do go back and forth a lot on my commitment though, mainly for the sometimes incomprehensible politics of the organization.  I say frequently that I stay in Kappa for Kappas.  Not the politics or philanthropy or senior games or connections in the greek system.  Not even the t shirts. 

I still want this to be the one thing I don’t quit in my life.  I said that on bid day my freshman year, and I’m still holding on to it.  Sometimes my fingers get sweaty from the stress it can cause and I feel like it might be better just to let go and move on.  But then I remember how happy I’ve been because of this.