Archives for the month of: September, 2012


My amazingly-wonderful-close knit-reliable-loyal pledge class (minus 2). 

If you had told me, senior of high school (oh so long ago), that I was going to be a member of a sorority I probably definitely would have laughed in your face. Me, the girl who found her solace in a small, concrete, costume room…a sorority member? You’ve gotta be kidding me. 

And, for awhile, I wasn’t. Then something clicked my last semester at the University of Maine. I wanted to join a sorority. I rushed, I was given a bid to two sororities. I chose a national one (who I won’t mention for the sake of my still being friends with the alumni who gave me a bid then got pissed at their president..more on that later). I accepted the bid then was told they revoked the bid (too late to send out my acceptance to the OTHER sorority on campus).

Why? Well, one simple, very immature, very high school reason. There was a girl in my high school that I kinda-sorta-got along with. Honestly? I tolerated her. I thought she was snobby and stuck up. She was the kind of person that was sweet to your face and nasty behind your back. Now, I was sweet to her face and sweet behind her back, until this happened. I honestly thought she was an OK person. Not my best friend, but not a mere acquaintance. We were in theater together, both department heads/co-heads (not the same department of course), so we kinda had to get along. Why do I tell you all this? Apparently she knew the president of the sorority I was about to pledge and told the president I was (and I’m literally quoting this from a mutual friend I have with the president) “kinda weird and outgoing.”

SHOCK! Outgoing? Not normal? Well, shit, who wants someone who’s outgoing in their sorority? And ‘not normal’ because I chose to not go into business administration when I graduated high school and also chose to not go to one of the UMass colleges. I’m not even kidding, she said those things. I wasn’t “not normal” because of my pure love for the Boston Bruins or my searingly sarcastic personality. Or the fact that I get overly-excited about things (I’d rather get over-excited than be a hum-dum). I wasn’t ‘normal’ because I didn’t conform, somehow, to half of my graduating class’s idea of college.

So the president basically told everyone I wasn’t getting a bid. Even our mutual friend was disgusted with that (and some of the sisters, who I honestly got along with). It put me off Greek Life for a long time, understandably.

Then I changed schools. I went to the New England School of Communications (how do you fall in love with a school you’ve never seen? I don’t know but I did) and the first person I met was a Greek Life member. In fact, he’s now one of my brothers. I mean, I considered him a brother a year into school because we got along greatly, he was great friends with my RA (who I am great friends with) and he thought I was faking a Boston accent when he first met me, which I thought was hilarious considering we’re both from the area.

A semester in, I went to pledge a sorority. Needless to say, it didn’t work out (though again I’m still friends with some of the sisters..odd how that works). Then, in the Fall of 2010, a bunch of crazy (non-normal?) girls came barreling into my room (okay we had the door open), scrapped up a cheap 3M-wannabe sticker off the floor and convinced me to rush. I was hooked. ΚΔΦ Nationally Affiliated Sorority basically won me over in twenty minutes.

No longer did I have to fake being who I was or try to be like everyone me. I had found my place with my sisters. Had I wish I rushed and pledged sooner? Yes. But I also couldn’t see me going through recruitment without my pledge sisters. Was pledging hard? Yes. Did I ever feel like I couldn’t do it the next night? No. That was one of the great things. I never felt so secure before and all the sisters (and brothers) were there for each of us during that time.

I’m now an alumni of my chapter with two Littles back in Maine as actives. This semester, I’ll probably be a Grand-Big which just makes me feel old. I’m still close with all my pledge sisters and Bigs. Five years ago I couldn’t imagine life in a sorority and now I can’t imagine life without one.


As I sit here and plan out this post, I realize a lot has happened in the past three weeks. I’ve been hired (HIRED!) as a freelance writer for two start-up companies. Granted, it’s not a constant paycheck, but I’m severely excited about both of them and it’s getting me a crazy amount of experience.

Start-up companies are great for post-grads. They’re always looking for new help and, while they don’t pay top notch freelance pay (3-5 cents per word, competitively), they offer that experience you need to add to your resume. It’s also just exciting to work for a start-up. There’s so much excitement about the launch & new ideas are flowing from everywhere. I honestly think, if you work in communications, you should do some freelancing for a start-up company. I haven’t even submitted my first full-blown article yet (the deadline is Friday & I’m just working on some edits and additions), but I’m just excited about the entire process.

So, on top of that great note, I also have some starting prospects for full-time jobs. Are they exactly in my career field? No, but that’s where those freelance positions come in handy. While these full-time positions include administrative jobs, it means I can get out of my part time job (finally!) and start working regular hours & saving for a condo.

Third, I’ve started a new diet regimen & exercise plan. Unfortunately (fortunately?), my work has been putting me on mornings to cook/create all the store’s a-la-carte items, including to-go meals, sandwiches  & fried items (ew). Why fortunately? It’s a morning job, so I get out early & I actually like waking up pretty early. I figure, since I’m getting up at 6:30 AM, that this would also be good practice if I get the full-time job. Why unfortunately? I usually slotted my early morning hours (7:30-9) for gym time, three times a week. I hate going in the afternoon, hate going on weekends & night time kills me. I feel better about the rest of the day when I go in the morning. So I might have to make some drastic changes to that, such as going after dinner & going early early on the weekends.

The diet regimen is…interesting. I cut out any kinds of soda & fruit drinks over a year ago and haven’t looked back since. The only time I’ve been to a fast-food restaurant was on the 15-hour road trip my college friend & I took in early August (and even then I stuck with salads and we packed all kinds of healthy goodies, since she was on the Insanity diet).

The regimen doesn’t consist of fasting or anything like that, but incorporates more veggies into my normal routine. As I’m still working with a small budget, when I go grocery shopping tomorrow I plan on buying mostly frozen veggies. Which, apparently, is just as nutritious as fresh, since frozen are flash-frozen (…or something) as soon as they ripen. I’m also obsessed with whole wheat & whole grain breads, and this diet includes a LOT of that. It also includes one cheat day (I think I’ll make it a Saturday…) and an exercise regimen that doesn’t make me work out 5-6 days a week, because who has time for that?

And ALSO, my school bills. Ohhh school bills. I hate you. My father figured out a way to drastically reduce the amount I would pay (interest wise). In short, he’ll be taking out a home equity loan on his name to pay out my loans, drastically cutting my interest rate to a mere 3%. He’ll pay each month, I’ll pay him a couple days before he sends out the payment. It cuts out close to $50 per month (yeah…that much), which in turn saves my dreary budget $600/year (basically what my entire car insurance would cost if I bought a car I’m currently looking at). So I’m pretty excited about putting that down in paper & sticking to it.


So yes, life has been going pretty great lately. I mean, it’s not 100% perfect. In that world, I’d have Tom Hiddleston as my husband (hubbah-hubbah Loki), have an amazing full-time job spear-heading the opening of an ESPN headquarters in Boston, living in a condo with rustic decor (I LOVE rustic), & owning the most adorable husky in the world…except for my current pup of course.


But, hey, who’s to complain? I have a part-time job, 2 freelance jobs, a roof over my head, and a bed to call my own. I’m pretty satisfied with that…for now.