Today, we are lucky to have Magan Vernon and she's going to share to us some of her college experiences! :)
Some of the best and worst times of my college experience took place in my sorority house.
Yes, I fully admit that I was in a sorority and wore my letters and matching headband proudly.Some people think that because I write about sorority girls that I’m just trying to stereotype them, but really I’m just writing about some of my own experiences in Greek life: The bad, the good, and the ridiculous.I guess I’ll start out with recruitment, the mecca of all things Greek. The time in which we recruited new girls into our house. How did we do that? By gathering in our doorway, all smooshed together, clapping and singing to them of course! Every sorority had to take songs from pop culture and replace the lyrics with words about our sorority. I still can’t listen to “Beverly Hills” by Weezer without singing “Sigma Three, that’s where I want to be. Living in Sigma three.”Okay, so actually everyone else sang and clapped. I was not allowed to clap.
The recruitment chair pulled me over to the side. She was a dancer and I remember she had these long legs and big brown eyes. She leaned over me, blinking those big brown eyes and stooping down low enough to reach me with my stubby legs. She then said, “You know I love you, Magan, but you are kind of clap retarded. If you could just pretend clap, that would be great.”But my fake clapping was just the beginning. Then we got into sitting with potential new members and telling them about our sorority and all of the fun things that we do. Okay, actually we had a big list of the things that we couldn’t tell them that we did, which was actually all of the fun things. We couldn’t talk about the DD (designated driver) service we offered to our members to make sure no one drove home drunk or about sneaking in alcohol and having late night dance and drinking parties on the third floor.Instead I talked about the things my sorority did for our philanthropy like providing money for play therapy for hospitals in Dallas and North Carolina. This wasn’t something popular to talk about, so naturally a lot of the girls that I talked to didn’t return for the next round of recruitment. For the last round we all gathered in our dining room, moving out the tables, and sang sad songs, and some girls gave testimonials about how much they loved the sorority. This was the part in which I decided to be myself and got in trouble multiple times for giggling and talking to the girl I was with and trying to recruit. But in the end she liked me for me and not anything else that I tried to pretended to be.Which is something I’ve taken with me into New Adulthood. I’m 25 and gave up trying to be something that I’m not. You can’t make someone like you if you talk about things that you aren’t interested in just to hope that they will like you back. If you be yourself and someone still doesn’t like you, then maybe they weren’t worth being friends with in the first place.
Find Magan: Blog | Twitter | Facebook | GoodreadsMagan Vernon is a Young Adult and New Adult writer who lives with her family in the insurance capital of the world. She is in a very serious, fake relationship with Adam Lambert and constantly asks her husband to wear guyliner. He still refuses. She also believes her husband is secretly an alien, disguised as a southern gentleman.
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