Why I’m Proud to be Anti-Hazing

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It feels like a constant game of Russian Roulette when I refresh my Facebook and wait to see Greek letters splashed across the “Trending Topics” sidebar. Of course, just a few days ago there they were: Alpha Tau Omega at IU had been shut down after a video of them sexual assaulting and hazing had been released to the media. I was hurt and embarrassed – but unfortunately not surprised.

Hazing, by definition, is “humiliating and sometimes dangerous initiation rituals, especially as imposed on college students seeking membership to a fraternity or sorority.”  To some people, hazing is ingrained in the very culture of sorority and fraternity life. The counter argument I see constantly is that it’s a tradition. Many see it as a right of passage into their sisterhood or brotherhood, but sometimes it doesn’t end that way. Since 2000,  fifty-seven people have died from injuries received via hazing. These brothers and sisters never made it to their initiation. They never grew in love and respect to your organization because they never got to see the next day. This doesn’t change the opinions or actions of many, however. Hazing is still a big part of “going Greek” for some people. I cannot speak for others, but I will say three things about myself: I was not hazed, I will not haze, and I do not believe in hazing.  

It might not sit well with everyone, I’m sure. Some people think I missed some huge landmark and keys of wisdom by not being hazed. Did I earn my letters? I absolutely did. I earned my letters the day my sisters considered me and knew I was worthy of becoming a part of their sisterhood. I won the right to my letters when I signed my bid card and pledged my loyalty and life to my sorority. I learned the ropes through a positive and uplifting new member development program. It was challenging, but never once did I feel humiliated or belittled by my sisters. To me, hazing is not brave. It’s not smart. And it sure as hell isn’t what our founders wanted from us.

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Katlyn is a social work major at Shippensburg University. She collects movies, is an avid Pinterest user, and is extremely passionate about Chipotle. Follow her on twitter @misskatlynx0.

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An Open Letter to the Teacher Who Told Me I Wasn’t Good Enough

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Hey you. I know we haven’t spoken in years, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about you regularly.

Once upon a time, I knew what confidence was. I knew my value, and I was unashamed of it. But then, I met you. I was a freshman in high school, bright eyed and dreaming big. I was (and still am) desperate to please and over eager. I poured my whole soul into everything I did. I had unmatched passion. I made bold choices. By all accounts, I did everything right.

But for you, none of that mattered. I don’t know why. Maybe I intimidated you? Maybe I reminded you of someone who wronged you? Maybe we entered each others lives at the worst time? Or maybe you simply didn’t like me? I honestly don’t care. Because your job as an educator wasn’t to baby me or make me your favorite. It wasn’t your job to make me a star. I know that.

However, it also wasn’t your job to make me feel like nothing. To make me cry myself to sleep at night because I felt worthless. To pit my friends against me. To manipulate me into coming back again and again.

I have to admit, though, it wasn’t all your fault. I was warned. So many people, with only my best interest at heart, told me to stay away from you. They told me you did more harm than good. They told me you broke people. I didn’t listen. I let you have total control over me for two entire years, and even when I got out of your grasp, I didn’t escape it entirely. I still found myself looking for your approval when I knew it meant nothing. I still had your voice echoing in my head, doubting me. next

 

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Forever the Sober Cab, and Why I’m Okay With It

Forever the Sober Cab, and Why I'm Okay With It Safety has to come first, especially when it comes to going out and drinking. Here’s why I’m forever the college sober cab and why I’m totally ok with that.

You know how it goes. At 10:45ish every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and maybe even Sunday (for the brave ones) you receive that text – the “Hey! Would you be okay driving a few people down to the bars? We’ll pay you!” text. I know this text. I get it every weekend. Being the only member of my friend group who has not yet reached the golden age of 21, my trusty Honda has delivered countless cars full of college students eager to unload their wallets at the first mention of dollar-you-call-it shots.

And as an experienced sober cab driver, I know what that text means. And, I know they’ll apologize profusely when someone pukes in my back seat, and when the girls beg and beg until I stop at Taco Bell on the way home for some late night munchies, only for it to end up, partially digested, on my back seat ten minutes later. And, I know they’ll tell me this is the last time, that when next Thursday comes around they’ll get someone else to drive.

Yet, every Thursday I still get that text, and every Thursday I will leave my studying, or the new episode of Shark Tank and go pick up another car full of people, knowing that come Friday morning, I will find myself in line for another car wash and interior clean.

You know why?

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Tess (Twitter: @tessiagroen) fancies herself to be the real-life, much shorter (but no less fabulous) version of Elle Woods, juggling Sorority Lyfe and a future law degree in one hand, and a Venti Vanilla Latte in the other. She actually enjoys school, is 99% sure she was a disney princess in a former life, and can usually be found somewhere with a lot of books.

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Forever the Sober Cab, and Why I’m Okay With It (2)

Because an estimated 500,000 college students are injured either during or after drinking annually (collegedrinkingprevention.gov). For me, last year, four of those 500,000 faces belonged to friends who thought that they would be fine driving back from the bars — but, they never made it home.

Probably four beers, and maybe four more shots? Now, four tombstones.

I will gladly give up my extra hour of studying, my Shark tank, and my full tank of gas for a car-full of drunk college students if it means that everyone gets home safe and sound.




So now, instead of waiting for that text around 10:45pm every Thursday, I send out a text of my own: “Hey, I know you guys are going downtown tonight, so let me know when you want to leave. I’ll pick you all up.”




Tess (Twitter: @tessiagroen) fancies herself to be the real-life, much shorter (but no less fabulous) version of Elle Woods, juggling Sorority Lyfe and a future law degree in one hand, and a Venti Vanilla Latte in the other. She actually enjoys school, is 99% sure she was a disney princess in a former life, and can usually be found somewhere with a lot of books.

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Beginner’s Guide: Bad B’s of Recruitment

Beginner's Guide: Bad B's of Recruitment I’m here to catch you early and tell you it’s not what you say, but more important what not to say. Here is a guide to learning the Bad B’s of recruitment.

Every incoming freshman will ask the same piece of advice upon recruitment season. “What do we talk to the girls in the sorority about?” I’m here to catch you early and tell you honestly, it’s not what you say, but more importantly what you do not say. Sometimes you think you’re doing a great job and all of a sudden, the conversation turns sour and you freak out internally. You have to keep your cool but sorority recruitment can be a little nerve racking, especially since you’re trying to make a good impression.

This is coming from a girl with a terrible lack of filter. I struggle with the everyday importance of thinking before  speaking. I admit it but now I’m here to serve you and myself a little bit of a reminder of those things that are better off unspoken.

Here is the beginner’s guide to follow by during rush week:

A little way all sorority girls have termed these topics is The Bad B’s.

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Kappa Kappa Gamma’s Breaking Stereotypes

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The Kappa Kappa Gamma Sorority at Mizzou is tearing down Greek prejudice one intimate photo at a time.

 

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Using honest words at their shield, these girls armed themselves with truth in order to set the record straight on the Greek community; their bravery put forth a message that spread between Greeks and non-affiliates alike, asserting that everyone who is a part of Greek life is a normal person, facing trials and tribulations like everyone else.

There is a preconceived notion that paints sorority girls as ditzy, spoiled, shallow or vapid. On more than one occasion, I’ve personally had a complete stranger make a rude comment about Greek life and furthermore, an assumption about my friends and I because of the letters we wear.




 

The photoset that Mizzou’s Kappa Kappa Gamma’s portrayed Greek women as intelligent…

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Why I’m Proud to be Anti-Hazing

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It feels like a constant game of Russian Roulette when I refresh my Facebook and wait to see Greek letters splashed across the “Trending Topics” sidebar. Of course, just a few days ago there they were: Alpha Tau Omega at IU had been shut down after a video of them sexual assaulting and hazing had been released to the media. I was hurt and embarrassed – but unfortunately not surprised.

Hazing, by definition, is “humiliating and sometimes dangerous initiation rituals, especially as imposed on college students seeking membership to a fraternity or sorority.”  To some people, hazing is ingrained in the very culture of sorority and fraternity life. The counter argument I see constantly is that it’s a tradition. Many see it as a right of passage into their sisterhood or brotherhood, but sometimes it doesn’t end that way. Since 2000,  fifty-seven people have died from injuries received via hazing. These brothers and sisters never made it to their initiation. They never grew in love and respect to your organization because they never got to see the next day. This doesn’t change the opinions or actions of many, however. Hazing is still a big part of “going Greek” for some people. I cannot speak for others, but I will say three things about myself: I was not hazed, I will not haze, and I do not believe in hazing.  

It might not sit well with everyone, I’m sure. Some people think I missed some huge landmark and keys of wisdom by not being hazed. Did I earn my letters? I absolutely did. I earned my letters the day my sisters considered me and knew I was worthy of becoming a part of their sisterhood. I won the right to my letters when I signed my bid card and pledged my loyalty and life to my sorority. I learned the ropes through a positive and uplifting new member development program. It was challenging, but never once did I feel humiliated or belittled by my sisters. To me, hazing is not brave. It’s not smart. And it sure as hell isn’t what our founders wanted from us.

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Katlyn is a social work major at Shippensburg University. She collects movies, is an avid Pinterest user, and is extremely passionate about Chipotle. Follow her on twitter @misskatlynx0.

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An Open Letter to the Teacher Who Told Me I Wasn’t Good Enough

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Hey you. I know we haven’t spoken in years, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about you regularly.

Once upon a time, I knew what confidence was. I knew my value, and I was unashamed of it. But then, I met you. I was a freshman in high school, bright eyed and dreaming big. I was (and still am) desperate to please and over eager. I poured my whole soul into everything I did. I had unmatched passion. I made bold choices. By all accounts, I did everything right.

But for you, none of that mattered. I don’t know why. Maybe I intimidated you? Maybe I reminded you of someone who wronged you? Maybe we entered each others lives at the worst time? Or maybe you simply didn’t like me? I honestly don’t care. Because your job as an educator wasn’t to baby me or make me your favorite. It wasn’t your job to make me a star. I know that.

However, it also wasn’t your job to make me feel like nothing. To make me cry myself to sleep at night because I felt worthless. To pit my friends against me. To manipulate me into coming back again and again.

I have to admit, though, it wasn’t all your fault. I was warned. So many people, with only my best interest at heart, told me to stay away from you. They told me you did more harm than good. They told me you broke people. I didn’t listen. I let you have total control over me for two entire years, and even when I got out of your grasp, I didn’t escape it entirely. I still found myself looking for your approval when I knew it meant nothing. I still had your voice echoing in my head, doubting me. next

 

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c(RUSH)ed: When Your Rush Crush Joins Your Rival Sorority

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Bid Day, 2015. Recruitment or Rush is finally over, your ankles are covered in blisters from wearing heels for 72 hours straight, and you’re just ready to take a nap. Even if you wanted to take a nap, you’re just too excited to meet all the new babies in a few hours. ESPECIALLY, that one girl that you swooned over from night one of recruitment. You’re 99.9999 percent sure she’s going to join your chapter, I mean come on, you even gave her the “I better see you later look” during Preference Round. She would be the perfect _____(insert your sorority here), and you know it. She has the perfect ombre, she’s outgoing and laughs at everything you say, she does service and loves your philanthropy, and she’s gorgeous. Like that saying goes, “there will always be someone prettier, funnier and smarter than me…my little.” Which speaking of a little, you’ve already claimed her, so paws off everyone else. You introduced her to your big, which is a huge deal because…well this is about to be her future grand little. And, after she left the room, you and your big dove on each other screaming because you both know she’s it, she’s perfect! You are in love.

 

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Forever the Sober Cab, and Why I’m Okay With It

Forever the Sober Cab, and Why I'm Okay With It Safety has to come first, especially when it comes to going out and drinking. Here’s why I’m forever the college sober cab and why I’m totally ok with that.

You know how it goes. At 10:45ish every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and maybe even Sunday (for the brave ones) you receive that text – the “Hey! Would you be okay driving a few people down to the bars? We’ll pay you!” text. I know this text. I get it every weekend. Being the only member of my friend group who has not yet reached the golden age of 21, my trusty Honda has delivered countless cars full of college students eager to unload their wallets at the first mention of dollar-you-call-it shots.

And as an experienced sober cab driver, I know what that text means. And, I know they’ll apologize profusely when someone pukes in my back seat, and when the girls beg and beg until I stop at Taco Bell on the way home for some late night munchies, only for it to end up, partially digested, on my back seat ten minutes later. And, I know they’ll tell me this is the last time, that when next Thursday comes around they’ll get someone else to drive.

Yet, every Thursday I still get that text, and every Thursday I will leave my studying, or the new episode of Shark Tank and go pick up another car full of people, knowing that come Friday morning, I will find myself in line for another car wash and interior clean.

You know why?

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Tess (Twitter: @tessiagroen) fancies herself to be the real-life, much shorter (but no less fabulous) version of Elle Woods, juggling Sorority Lyfe and a future law degree in one hand, and a Venti Vanilla Latte in the other. She actually enjoys school, is 99% sure she was a disney princess in a former life, and can usually be found somewhere with a lot of books.

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Forever the Sober Cab, and Why I’m Okay With It (2)

Because an estimated 500,000 college students are injured either during or after drinking annually (collegedrinkingprevention.gov). For me, last year, four of those 500,000 faces belonged to friends who thought that they would be fine driving back from the bars — but, they never made it home.

Probably four beers, and maybe four more shots? Now, four tombstones.

I will gladly give up my extra hour of studying, my Shark tank, and my full tank of gas for a car-full of drunk college students if it means that everyone gets home safe and sound.




So now, instead of waiting for that text around 10:45pm every Thursday, I send out a text of my own: “Hey, I know you guys are going downtown tonight, so let me know when you want to leave. I’ll pick you all up.”




Tess (Twitter: @tessiagroen) fancies herself to be the real-life, much shorter (but no less fabulous) version of Elle Woods, juggling Sorority Lyfe and a future law degree in one hand, and a Venti Vanilla Latte in the other. She actually enjoys school, is 99% sure she was a disney princess in a former life, and can usually be found somewhere with a lot of books.

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Why Catcalling is Degrading and Disrespectful to All Women

Why Catcalling is Degrading and Disrespectful to All Women All women have the right to feel safe and respected, especially when she has clearly said no. Learn why catcalling is not only rude, but also degrading.

It’s a Friday night. I am at a house with my friends trying to meet up with the rest of our group before going out. I am trying to give them directions on the phone to where I am, and they say that they are down the street. So, I head outside to meet them. I am on the phone with them when all of the sudden, this middle-aged man in an old broken down car comes to a halt.

He starts asking me questions like, “What are you doing tonight, baby? Wanna get in?” I yell at him , “No, go away,” but he persists, “Come on baby!” He starts making kissy noises at me and I scream at him, “You’re creepy, go away, go away, go away!!”

He won’t go away. He won’t listen to me. He makes me feel vunerable, and in this moment, I do not know what to do. I am not sure what he will do next. Then, my male friend comes out and yells at him to go away and leave me alone. He jets off just like that.  Shortly after, my friends arrive, but this man has ruined my night in just one minute. I am in shock and begin to cry. I Ask myself, “how could one man make me feel so awful?”

I wondered why this man would ever think it was okay to act like this. It was degrading. Does this man not respect women? How would he act if some one did this to his mother, sister, or girlfriend? Why did he drive away as soon as a man came outside?  Was it something that I did?  These questions are important to think about when looking at catcalling. These four questions will help me explain how degrading catcalling is and why it needs to be put to an end.

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