Since I was a little girl, I knew I wanted to be in a sorority. I also knew that I would be very selective about the sorority I would join.
I knew I would pick the sorority with the most genuine, the most real, and the most down-to-earth women…women who strive for values, morals, compassion, and genuine friendships.
Fast forward to fall of 2001… Rutgers University Rush Week. I was excited, a little nervous. Mostly, I was really looking forward to the experience, but more so, I wanted to be selected — I wanted to be a part of either Gamma Phi Beta or Alpha Chi Omega.
At the end of a remarkable week filled with rush parties and meeting countless women, I actually received bids to both sororities — one more popular and larger, the other not as much. I can still remember “Bid Day”. The sorority sisters came cheering and chanting to my dorm room. My fairy god brother, as I called him, came running out of his room. He was SO delighted for me.
You don’t have a lot of time to make a decision and I was torn between the two choices. I was also humbled that I was asked to join my top two choices, which made the selection all the more difficult.
I didn’t look back and I accepted my bid to Alpha Chi Omega. I knew that I really wanted to get to know all of these women on a personal level. I also knew that I was really passionate about the philanthropy for the smaller sorority.
Sorority life lived up to all my expectations. We had fun, at times maybe too much —but we also had mandatory study hours and formal weekly chapter meetings where important issues were discussed. We volunteered our time helping others, and we participated in numerous fundraisers for various charities and for our philanthropy: domestic violence.
I wasn’t hazed. I didn’t have to walk around campus in ridiculous outfits or do outlandish and inappropriate things during “hell” week. The week before initiation was far from hell.
I didn’t stay in my dorm that week. I had the privilege of staying in my soon-to-be sorority house. It was during this week that I bonded with the women in my pledge class. We studied the history of our sorority. We studied our founding sisters. We studied all things AXΩ.
I won’t lie…we did go on some fun scavenger hunts that week. We also created lasting memories and took some pictures that need to stay in a vault. FOREVER!!!
When I look back at college, I remember the bond. I remember the laughter. I remember the tears.
I remember the homecoming games. I remember the bid days. I remember watching new episodes on Sunday nights of “Sex and the City”.
I remember decorating for rush week. I remember the bid days. I remember formals. I remember the Derby Days and Dance Marathons.
These women became my family— and they are still my family to this day. Even though the years have passed since graduation, there is an unspoken bond that can never be broken.
These women are strong. They are published authors, psychiatrists, editors for prestigious magazines, fitness instructors, lawyers, teachers, and more.
These women are amazing.
These women are my “sisters”.
I can only hope that when my daughters choose their lifelong friends, or maybe one day, a sorority, that they seek out strong women. Women who support them, no matter what. Women that speak the truth, and not behind their backs. Women that encourage and value strong, healthy friendships.
Women who are just like… my sisters.
“Together let us seek the heights“
The Alpha Chi Omega Symphony
To see beauty even in the common things of life,
to shed the light of love and friendship round me;
to keep my life in tune with the world that I shall make no discords in the harmony of life;
to strike on the lyre of the universe only the notes of happiness, of joy, of peace;
to appreciate every little service rendered;
to see and appreciate all that is noble in another, be her badge what it may;
and to let my lyre send forth the chords of love, unselfishness, sincerity.
This is to be my symphony.