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I've told this one before, but a week before I was heading back to school for my sophomore year, I got a really, really bad haircut - so short that there was no fixing it.
I was terrified to have to come back for pre-rush, and just positive that they were going to ask me not to participate in recruitment.
To make matters worse, my big sister, who was also my roommate, was a Rho Chi that year, so I didn't have her to lean on. The day I got back, I just unpacked my room and cried myself to sleep.
Well, the next morning, nobody said an unkind word. We got to work, and two older sisters sort of took me under their wing.
They were seniors - both gorgeous, incredibly cool and funny. I remember we had a break one night for dinner, and we piled into one of their cars to go to, probably Chili's or something, laughing singing to music and the window down blowing what hair I had left.
It's one of those memories that's etched in my mind, and if you ask me what sisterhood is, I think of that night immediately.
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