Hey friends! Today, I felt like sitting down and writing about how I ended up in a sorority. I think the stories like mine are really important in the grand scheme of Greek life, because a lot of people like me don’t ever join for thinking that they don’t belong. That’s what I thought, too. But that’s why I want to shed some light on my experience. Storytelling is a powerful tool for empathy and for change, and with both of those things in mind, I want to talk about this really vital piece of the puzzle that is my college experience.
In order to explain the whole story, we’re going to need to take it back a bit…to the summer of 2017, when I first moved to college.
I was on vacation in Oregon with my dad’s whole side of the family — aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents included. One afternoon, I was chatting with one of my older cousins, who had just graduated from college. She had been in a sorority at her university and loved it, and she wanted to know if I was rushing, too.
I pretty much laughed it off when she asked me, thinking that she couldn’t be serious. Me? A sorority? Not. A. Chance. You couldn’t pay me to join an organization where everyone clapped along as they sang annoyingly energetic songs from inside their big fancy house on Greek Row. In my opinion, Greek life was for the self-absorbed, party-crazy girls who had belonged to the “it-crowd” in high school. And of those three criteria, I fit zero.
Well, folks, the adventure has come to a close. I’ve been back home in California for one month. What an adventure it was.
There is so much to say that I almost don’t know what to say.
I guess I’ll begin by talking about some of my favorite things about Paris:
I wrote this after 2 of my 4 months in Paris. I think it’s worth sharing.
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When I first arrived in Paris, I had no idea what the study abroad experience would bring. To be quite honest, I didn’t even have time to think about it! I had orientations to attend, an apartment to move into, and new classmates to meet. From the moment I stepped off of the plane in Paris, everything began happening so quickly that I found myself just taking it one day at a time.
I’m so glad I did! Having an open mind has allowed me to be amazed over and over again by the beauty of this incredible city, the fascinating Parisian culture, and the thrill of adapting to a new kind of normal.
Hello friends, and welcome back to my sorta ironic, sorta sarcastic, sorta interesting travel-diary-slash-travel-newsletter. Here, in the La Parisienne series, you will be able to read about all the cool things I’ve been doing, as well as all the ridiculous things that happen to me along the way.
In this edition, I fill in some of the gap between my journey to Paris and where I’m at now. I can’t talk about anything else until I’ve properly framed this adventure.
Enter the phrase, “Paris is a lady.”
Alright. Truth talk.
Staying strong in your faith in college is hard. Staying strong in your faith at a large, public college is harder. Staying strong in your faith at a large, public college known for its reputation as a party school is, as you can imagine, a bit of a challenge. I’m not going to lie, it is really frickin’ hard sometimes.
Now, I’m not off in skimpy clothes raging every weekend. Or any weekend, actually. And because I’m not, it’s easy to feel like I stick out like a sore thumb here. It is far too easy to fall into the trap of believing that being different makes me weird.
I have been at college for seven weeks.
I would like to tell you that so far, they have been the best seven weeks of my life, but that just wouldn’t be true. In fact, they have been stressful, terrifying, exhausting, overwhelming, confusing, and incredibly difficult.
When the first of my friends left for school in early August, I watched them flourish. Constant Instagram posts and Snapchat stories displayed countless fun activities, tons of great friends (which they were making so quickly), and a bubbly “I love life” attitude. Naturally, I expected the same thing when I left for college.