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.