I left high school with a very close group of friends; we’d grown up together. Nine in total, five of us even went to the same school and we’d vowed to stay close throughout college and the rest of our lives. In fact, I didn’t even want to make more best friends, let alone join an organization that promotes togetherness, as a sorority does.
I’d gone to the first day of the Greek Life Festival because I wanted to see if it matched up to the bubbly, shallow impression that I (so very wrongly) had assumed accompanied everyone in the Greek system. I had believed in the sorority girl stereotype. I didn’t even try, either, which is something I’m ashamed to say. I was sporty, having been more of an athlete in high school, and very into the local music scene- being involved with these upbeat, peppy girls was the very last thing I’d had in mind. I left in the Fall, convinced that I was better off for never having bothered in the first place.
Then, sometime around April, I’d heard of a new sorority joining on campus; the new members were to be ‘founding mothers’ a term that, at the time, I didn’t understand. Two of the aforementioned high school best friends decided they wanted to go to the informational meeting and begged me to accompany them… so I did, thinking that there was no way I’d ever be involved in something like this.