My life? It’s a hot mess. Much like any other college student, I struggle to eat balanced meals, resuscitate my drowning GPA, and sleep for more than two barely strewn together hours. Life becomes a daily juggling act between balancing clubs, sports, academics, social activities, and more.
So.
That begs the question.
Why would I ever, EVER want to add more onto an overstuffed plate?
I mean, it’s not as though I am some starved chipmunk in the dead of a frigid winter. No. I am a plump pig dining from an all-you-can-eat buffet. THAT, my friends, is how much is on my plate. Yet, despite starting off my sophomore year last year as a sprinter on a Division One athletic team, pursuing a dual degree in pharmaceutical chemistry and economics, I still decided to go through with the orientation process of joining Mu Sigma Upsilon Sorority, Incorporated. It was Fall 2015 when I began the process, subjecting myself to eight weeks of studying and learning about the sisterhood, despite taking 18 credits at Lehigh University, including the notorious organic chemistry. People ask me how I did it all and to this day it still remains a mystery to me, too. Yet, I am living proof that it can be done, and my smile is proof that it was worth it.
So.
Am I crazy? Yes, but that is not the point. The point is to tell you that bonds that cut down deep and reach your heart are the strings that will tether you to the earth. Yeah, yeah melodramatic I know, but I’m serious. My sisters get on my nerves, but who has a sister that doesn’t? My sisters are ones that can make me weep, seriously cry, from the amount of love they show me. I never needed to join this sisterhood to become their friends. But...something about this organization called me to be a part of it. It’s not for everyone, but it is certainly for me.
I hope you stop back here to read more articles in the future. You can join me as I try to figure out my life (I know, highly unlikely) and share more about what being in a multicultural Greek organization means to me. Maybe you’ll find that special place that warms your heart like warm fudge on a Sunday afternoon. Maybe not. Either way, I hope what I write will brighten and enlighten. I just want to share my story. I only hope to inspire yours.
