My sophomore year of college I made the decision to pledge for this local sorority at my college. I put a lot of thought into it and figured it would be a good idea for me. I had lost a lot of people that I was friends with in during my freshmen year, so I figured if I joined a sorority I would be able to gain some new friends--and any friends that I had they were guys and I needed some more friends that were girls so I could hang out more often with them rather than playing Call Of Duty all the time.

After getting to know a lot of the sisters of the sorority that I had fallen in love with. It was nice to have girls that actually wanted to get to know me, and actually wanted to me to be a part of their sorority. I must have done something right because before I knew it, I was getting asked to pledge into their sorority on a Sunday night.

I am not really allowed to tell anybody what we did that first night of pledging due to keeping the sorority’s pledging process a secret like the current sisters would like to be. The idea of the pledging process didn’t bother me, and the rules that we needed to follow during the pledging process didn’t bother me either. I think the thing that bothered me the most was everyone looking and staring at me like I was an alien or something when they saw me walking into the room with a yellow folder (not really sure if I am allowed to mention this, but I was supposed to carry a yellow folder in my arms at all times of the day besides obviously sleeping and showering).

The idea of people thinking (well I don’t think that people were actually thinking of me differently) but it just felt that like they were thinking differently of me when they saw me and that honestly bothered me. I hate doing in class debates or presentations because I hate people staring at me or having all the attention on me. Like the whole idea of having the attention of me makes my face bright red as a cherry, don’t believe me- come to where I work and watch the old guys tell me I have a pretty smile and watch how red my face gets.

I made it through a day of being a pledge for the sorority that I fell in love with. But for some reason, I had thought about dropping from the whole preluding process. And I know what you’re thinking, wow she couldn’t even make it through a day of pledging, that’s pathetic, and honestly I agree too. It was pathetic and I’m honestly a little upset with myself for dropping after a day because I am not the type of person who just quits after not getting the full experience- Daddy didn’t raise a quitter.

I absolutely loved my big and I still do. She finally was able to get her little and honestly we were perfect for each other so the one thing I didn’t want to do was to upset her and have her hate me. If you know anything about Greek life, when you drop during the pledging process you get black-balled; which means they basically stop talking to you and cut all ties from you. Thankfully, my big didn’t believe in that idea and still continued to go out of her way to say hello to me as well as to see how I was doing. It’s been a year since I’ve dropped and I still continue to call her my big and she still calls me her little.

Since it’s been a year since I have pledged and dropped from a sorority, it’s safe to say that I am happy I dropped when I did. I say this because honestly it’s just a life style I can’t see myself being a part of.