jenidallas |
08-29-2013 09:19 PM |
A personal caution on would-be's and could-be's - you can spend your entire life mulling them over and eating away at every decision.
I pledged my sororityand knew it was absolutely THE right sorority for me. It seemed to me to be the best choice on my campus and certainly the one and only choice for me. So much so that I ISPed. (And so much so that I ISPed and ignored my legacy chapter. The chapter, by the way, that my mom was the chapter advisor of. :eek:) Yes, I was *that* PNM. Suzy freaking Snowflake dusted in glitter with a big bow on my head.
Then a few months into school, I started to hate the school. I realized I'd made a horrible mistake and picked a university where I would never finish. And then I started to second guess my choice of sororities and wish I'd waited to go through recruitment "where I belonged". I transferred to the school of my (second) choice) and for a few weeks, forgot all about those vows of sisterhood and lifetime loyalty I'd made. I was too much of a princess and felt like I should have had a choice in where I belonged and what I was/was not too good for. I started in my head playing the "if I'd come here last year and gone through rush, I'd be an XYZ, not a GPB" game in my head. I for a few weeks forgot about the "where I belong" thing and started to get in the "where I think I deserve to belong" game.
A bunch of stuff happened to me, comeuppances and all that stuff. The kind that makes the glitter fall off and the snowflake to melt into a big puddle of dirty water. And guess what? My sisters - the ones who were there who loved me just because I was one of them - picked me up, dusted me off, and made me into a better version of myself. In the 22 years since, I've never once forgotten it. Never mind that I'd gotten it in my head that I was somehow better than that. Never mind my arrogant childish behavior.
To think *I* was this ignorant 19 year old twit who almost turned my back on a sisterhood that FOUND ME. That found me and saved me from my stupid self. That lifted me up and supported me and turned me into the sister I was today. Thank GOD that brat did not get her way and I had a second chance to realize how much my sisterhood means to me.
So yeah... you may have a hard time getting over it. But buck up buttercup, GET OVER IT ANYWAY. To not may mean missing out on the chance of a lifetime. And you do NOT want to be sitting here playing the what if game years from now. In fact, you need to take that game and THROW IT IN THE TRASH. Adulthood is all about sometimes taking a leap of faith and being happy with the road you chose, consequences and all. And 99% of the time, those leaps of faith will have you on the exact path you are supposed to be on. And you WILL learn in time to get over the hurt, get over yourself, and keep on walking with your head high on the road you chose with the ones who chose you.
(And if you cannot do that... if you cannot accept that sometimes in life, there is a greater good and a greater path and that other people sometimes have a role in guiding us where we need to be, well... do yourself the favor and don't initiate. Greek life probably isn't for you if it's still all about your individuality and personal fulfillment at all costs....)
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