You might be a perpetual sorority girl if you go Greek in college

I have a confession: I am a chronic sorority girl.

Recently I wrote an article for USA TODAY College addressing four common misconceptions of Greek life, and since it was published the response has been phenomenal. I love seeing members from varying chapters comment on the incredible experience we all get to share.

My bid day...we were babies!

My bid day…we were babies!

One point was brought up by a few readers that did not go unnoticed. Several people commented on my by-line, which states that I am “a retired sorority girl” and I wanted to offer some clarity.

My sorority will always be a part of who I am. It shaped my college experience and helped me become who I am as a person. At 22 I’m still concerned about the well-being of my sisters, still invested in multiple charities Greek organizations support and still rock a bow in my hair from time-to-time (old habits die hard).

The bigger the bow the better!

The bigger the bow the better, obviously.

When you retire from your career, you no longer participate in the day-to-day activities of your job. Gone are the days of answering phones and work emails. Your interactions with clients disappear and analyzing the latest earnings report is left to someone else. You trade your water cooler days with your colleagues for days catching up over lunch and volunteering at the company’s charity golf event.

As much as I’m still learning to accept it (and not willingly), I look at my time in Greek life in the same way. While I am no longer an active sister, I am still involved in some other way. Instead of monitoring GPA’s and Twitter accounts (former Scholarship Chairs and Communications Directors, holler!) I’m admiring others’ work from afar. I’m going to Founders Days instead of running them. And I’m a member of the alumni chapter rather than the collegiate one. I am retired.

Only being a year out of college, I still yearn for big/little week, socials and sisterhood events. But I can’t participate in those anymore (they won’t let me on the bus). I can’t participate in those little things that help to make a whole experience.

At our last philanthropy event.

At our last philanthropy event.

I'm a SUPER grandma!

I’m a SUPER grandma!

I still wear my letters proudly, and I always will. As Greek life constantly reminded me, “you are always wearing your letters” and I see that as a blessing. “Retired” or not, they’re there, right where I want them to be.

I am a Kappa Alpha Theta, and more importantly, a member of the Greek community — and that’s something that won’t ever change.

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Welcome to all my new blog readers, and thank you for stopping by! Head back for more post-grad rambles and pop culture commentary as I navigate this thing called “being an adult.” 🙂

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You might be a wimp if you scare easily

Even though I’m entering the dangerous territory of my almost-mid-20’s, I still haven’t accepted the fact that my trick-or-treating, costumed days are over.

I still like the innocent side of Halloween, despite most people my age who like to curl up with a bloodcurdling horror film or subject themselves to an evening at Halloween Horror Nights. But, as much as I choose to ignore it, there is the “scary” aspect to this holiday. And I scare easily.

So, in honor of Halloween, I bring you the top 5 things I find absolutely terrifying:

5. My favorite TV show ending
As previously mentioned on this blog, I have a TV problem. I have invested time – and even worse, emotions – into multiple shows, and when one gets canceled, it’s kind of like losing a friend or something pathetic like that.

#Throwback
(Image via Google/GLEE on FOX)

Luckily, most of my obsessions with a TV show have cooled off by the time it gets canceled, but I know my good luck can only go on for so long. And when that happens, all that will be left in its wake is my pitiful mourning and each season spinning on repeat in my DVD player.

4. Sending the wrong text/email/Facebook message to someone
We’ve all experienced it: That panic-inducing moment when you realize that you just sent a text written about someone TO that person. I know I can’t be the only idiot that has fallen victim to her own undoing. Technology is great, but human brainpower (or sometimes lack-there-of) can always be greater.

EVERYBODY PANIC
(Image via Google)

Whether it’s accidentally sending heart-eyed emojis and juicy gossip to the wrong iMessage inbox or sending an important email to the incorrect list, the mortification is enough to send shivers down my spine and create an awkward tension for days to come.

3. The doorbell ringing when you’re home alone
I may or may not have hidden in a closet once when the doorbell rang when I was home alone at someone else’s house. And that may or may not have been recently.

Go away, neighbor kid
(Image via Google)

Call me a product of my cautious upbringing, but hey, it always helps to be prepared. Even if I am 6-feet tall and the doorbell ringer is probably just the pizza guy.

2. My friends’ weddings
I’m sorry, but the last time I checked, “married” was just another term for our parents or the adults in our lives; the people that took care of us and made us dinner or something. My friends certainly don’t fall under that category, do they?

How to be a sorority girl 101: Take a photo like this at weddings

Well, apparently this year they do. I have been to more weddings in 2012 than I have been to in my entire life. And while I am elated for all of my friends who are entering the stage where they swap “I Do’s” instead of weekend stories, I still can’t really wrap my brain around it.

1. Growing up, Grandma-style
Even though this is similar to No. 2, I had to get a little serious for this last one. This year has been crazy, between graduating from college, working in the real world and paying my own bills. Gone are the days where I feel comfortable at undergrad bars and staying up past midnight “just because” on weeknights.

What they don’t tell you is this is actually empty inside

It was a joke among my friends last year that as seniors, we had “officially entered Grandma status.” Little did I know how true that statement would actually be until this very year. But grandma-status be damned, I will not enter full-fledged adulthood without a fight. To quote Meredith Grey (and to once again show my embarrassing TV obsession because I didn’t even have to look this quote up) “When did we grow up…and how do we make it stop?”