That was the day my life changed.
Being forced to sit down and actually pay attention this time, I was lead to understand that not all girls in sororities fit the stereotypical, pre-Harvard Elle Woods cut-out.
They come in all shapes and sizes, from all ethnicities, backgrounds and walks of life. I walked in that day and met several kinds of strong, excited woman, looking to find their place on campus. Some were legacies or former beauty queens, yes, but this did not define them as a person and it was wrong for me to assume it did.
I spent my next four years as a member of my sorority, trying to uphold a legacy that had been long established while creating traditions on my own campus. This absolutely did not make me lose my sense of individuality.