First things first: I never wanted to be a sorority woman.
I spent many years of my life with the mindset of being a “boys’ girl” - I thought to fully identify as a tomboy, I had to make friends with the guys and denounce girl friendships. I had a circle of my best girlfriends, obviously, but I’d always tell people I enjoyed the company of boys more.
I was raised an only child, a daughter to two “some college experience” parents. Neither knew what a sorority was or had any interest in learning about Greek life. I thought the 'chi' in 'Chi Omega' was pronounced “chee.” I remember reading an issue of Seventeen magazine at the ripe age of 12, looking at a picture of a delta made of pepperoni on top of a large pizza, held by several smiling girls. "That’s Greek life?" I remember thinking. "Pizza?"
It wasn’t until my senior year of high school that I actually started thinking about sororities. I was about to graduate, moving to a school where I knew very few people, and had no advice about how to handle a university. I was shy, inexperienced, and incredibly unsure. So I went home one night after school and signed up for recruitment.
“You’re going through recruitment?” That was the sentiment I heard endlessly, from graduation, through summer, and into the first few weeks of school. “Are you sure?” I wasn’t. I wasn’t sure in the slightest. I had no idea what a Pi Chi was, I didn’t wear statement necklaces, and I thought Lilly Pulitzer was a type of flower.
I went through rounds feeling drained, exhausted from small talk, entirely positive all those who’d said I wouldn't be able to join a sorority were right. And then I walked into Kappa Delta.
It sounds like such a cliché, right? I walked through the doors and a spotlight descended and angels sang. (That didn’t happen). It wasn’t obvious right away, but I had real conversations with real girls and I felt as though I was really, truly home.
“You joined a sorority?” I heard that 42 seconds after I posted a picture of my bid on my Snapchat story. I was bombarded by similar statements for months after: “I can’t believe you went Greek!” “Wow, sororities must be super chill if you could join,” “Do you even, like…like it, though?”
So, yeah. I never wanted to be a sorority woman. I never thought I could be a sorority woman. I knew nothing about the stereotypes, I don’t “look” like a sorority woman, et cetera. But here I am - a member of Greek life, someone who proudly wears letters around campus, someone with numerous appointed positions, someone who now craves leadership. A previous “boys’ girl” who now over 100 women as a support system. A tomboy who still isn’t entirely sure what Lilly Pulitzer is, and doesn’t have to know, because my sisters like me anyways. A daughter who will be not only the first member of a Greek organization in her family, but also the first to get her degree. An only child who now claims 143 women as her sisters, who let her laugh and cry and dance with no music and say stupid things.
Kappa Delta has gone from two words that, in the beginning, reminded me kind of like someone clearing their throat, to two words that carry lifelong meaning: friendship, faithfulness, acceptance, honor, beauty, trust, love. Sisterhood.