Never Alone

Many people in this world are under the impression that sorority life is the equivalent to hell. Unfortunately, the majority of the people that feel so negatively towards sorority women are actually other women.

Rushing as a sophomore was difficult in more ways than one, but mostly because many of my teammates felt like I was betraying them and at times I felt judged around the Athletic Department. To this day, many of my teammates still think extremely poorly of sororities and the girls affiliated with them.

Perhaps the thing that bothers me the most, though, is the fact that many people unaffiliated with greek life react in absolute horror to the idea of living in one. News flash: these fictional “stereotypical” sorority houses full of girls primping, having pillow fights, dancing around in underwear, getting drunk every night, and shacking with fraternity boys do not exist. Sure there’s primping, there’s an occasional pillow thrown, dance parties do happen, we get drunk, and yeah, occasionally we shack, but if you haven’t done one or all of those things with your girlfriends while being in college then I actually feel sorry for you. Sorority life is one of the best things to ever happen to me and although I lived in a house of 100 girls this last year, it’s been the best experience I’ve had while in college.


There are plenty of showers, there is plenty of closet space, and a twin bed isn’t that bad. No, you don’t have “a space that’s all yours” but you get to share a space with people that are all yours. Boys aren’t allowed upstairs, booze isn’t allowed on the premises, parking kind of sucks, and the house is kind of old but I still loved it.

This last semester I lived in a bedroom nicknamed”the 6-er.” It was a room probably the size of most people’s living rooms but with 3 sets of bunk beds, 6 dressers, a couple storage units, a massive TV, and 3 arm chairs. Yeah, it was crammed but, it was the best semester I’ve had while at KU. We learned a little too much about each other, laughed 6x as much and cried 6x as much and I wouldn’t change it for the world. Who knew a teacher, an architectural engineer, a writer, an accountant, a HR consultant, and a brand manager would get along so well? Sororities are organizations that allow like-minded women to find common ground and build communities. Living in a house with 100 women who are all working towards different goals was wonderful. We all supported each other through the good and the bad times, we studied together, we ate together, we learned about each other. Quite honestly, it’s very similar to being on a team.

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Instead of tearing other women down, we need to realize that different experiences make us who we are as a society. By blanketing organizations/groups like annoying sorority girls and lesbian softball players, we are just hurting one another. Passing judgment on things you are uneducated about is only trying to limit someone else’s experience and I advise you to think again the next time you pass judgment on something that brings joy to others. My experience with my sorority doesn’t limit my experience being on the softball team, in fact, doing both has given me an even better college experience.

So branch out, you won’t regret it. You may even find your best friends.


Grownup World

You always hear people (especially fresh college grads) saying, “Growing up sucks.” Being a junior, myself, I haven’t yet faced this reality– but I have caught a glimpse here and there.

The “grownup world” my peers are faced with is filled with big boy/girl things like getting a job and becoming financially independent. But, as my boyfriend -one of these fresh college grads I referred to earlier- embarks on this scary world only for grownups, I’m realizing the worst part of adulthood is leaving the people who love you.

Commencement ceremonies and graduation parties alike are filled with excitement and talk of the next chapters in life, however, what’s rarely spoken of is how hard it will be for you to move out of your home for the last time or saying goodbye to your friends for who knows how long. Tears aren’t shed for leaving college behind, tears are shed for leaving behind the people who made your college experience what it was. The people you once saw every day you may not see for years. The people who loved you and supported you the most can become hundreds of miles away with a blink of an eye. The unknown of embarking on a new adventure alone is what actually “sucks” about the grownup world, not actual adulthood.

And sure, I don’t know what’s in a college graduate’s head, but I’m currently one of the ones getting left. And that part sucks, too. Part of me aches because I’m excited for the new lives my friends are starting but the other half of me feels like pieces of me are being ripped apart. Maybe the beauty of this “grownup world” is realizing that you’re stronger because you lived the part that “sucks.”

It sucks because of the growing pains and the giant leaps you’re forced to make before you feel like you’re ready. It sucks because you don’t want to have to venture down an unknown path. It sucks because your loved ones may not be with you every step of the way anymore. But, I bet it stops sucking once you’ve found your way.

So good luck grads, the growing pains will subside and although I’ll miss you all dearly, I hope you realize that growing up may suck, but being grown doesn’t. We’re all in this together and although I’d love to climb into some of your suitcases and moving trucks, I’ll refrain. I have my own growing up to do– and yeah, before you ask, I’m sure it’ll “suck” too.