So it's Spring Break and I only have two words: hell yes. Here are the top 10 ways Greeks keep it, well, Greek on vacation.
No one's perfect, not even the quintessential sorority girl. We all make mistakes, do dumb things, have regrets, and that's only exacerbated when you've got an abundance of alcohol, estrogen and strong opinions. But which of those faux pas are forgotten by the time breakfast rolls around and which will forever ruin our reputations?
So yesterday was Valentine’s Day. Not that you needed that (brutal) reminder; the aisles at CVS said it all. If you were one of the lucky few of us (not me) that were whisked away on some romantic fairytale-like evening… well, good for you. But I don't wanna hear about it.
We are officially well into spring semester, and if you are a sorority girl that only means one thing: recruitment. For some it's the first round of rush for the school year. For others, this is not your first recruitment rodeo. If you fall into the latter category, bless your little hearts! That's dedication, people.
Hazing. It’s a touchy subject, and by “touchy” I mean one that we never want to touch on… or ever be a part of. I happen to come from a very anti-hazing chapter and university, both of which take ample precautions to eliminate hazing. Yet at colleges across the country, hazing still exists. And it exists in student groups and organizations that don't have Greek letters in their names.
I made a lot of mistakes my first year of college (and based on some of the Morning After stories I've been reading on here, I know I'm not alone). But of all the dumb things I did - hooking up with my next door neighbor during Welcome Week, setting my alarm wrong for my first midterm, gorging myself on Indian Night in the caf (ugh) - my biggest regret involves sorority rush.
It's a new year, it's cold and watching all those romantic dates on The Bachelor has you pining away for a boy toy of your own. Boy toy? Let me rephrase. You're not just looking for a guy on the side. You want something more permanent. Dare I say it? Boyfriend. You want a freaking boyfriend.
Holiday break? Officially over. Reality set it hard and fast for me last week when I had to return early to West Lafayette aka no-mans-land when classes aren’t in session for a leadership conference. Again, and admittingly with the most dramatic frame of mind as possible, I thought my life was over.
Like most things, the Internet is a haven for sorority girls. And I'm not talking about online shopping or Facebook stalking. Well, not totally. I mean, clearly my sisters and I are all huge fans (to the point of being broke and creepy) of those two lovely Internet pastimes.
Back in the day when I was a wee freshman just starting the rush process, I was scared. Scared of talking to all those older girls, scared of rowdy fraternity boys throwing water balloons at me as I walked from house to house (wet, frizzy hair? OH THE HORROR), scared of not even getting into a house.... Most of all though, I was scared of what being in a sorority would do to the rest of my life.
Ahhh, finals are over… we can all take a sigh of relief, right? Wrong. For the last two years, going home over holiday breaks has been brutally bittersweet. My parentals are still in the middle of building a house that, in the mean time, leaves me roomless, bedless, and no-space-to-myselfless.
It's finals week and snowing here in the Midwest; what a lovely combination. I can’t think of a better way to take a study break than to snuggle up by the fireplace with a few pledge sisters and talk about our upcoming winter formal… the reason why I return to school second semester every year… the highlight of January!
Let’s face it. Sometimes you get a bid to a house and it’s just not a good fit. Hanging out at the house feels uncomfortable, you and your new pledge class just aren’t clicking, you realize Greek life isn't for you. Bottom line: you hate it and you want out. NOW.
Not all stereotypes about sororities are true. We don't have naked pillow fights in the living room. We don't all want to date the captain of the football team. We don't have insane rivalries with other sororities. But here’s a stereotype about sororities I can’t even try to hide: pledge class rivalries.
If there's one thing a sorority woman knows (besides the names of all her founding sisters/the words to every rush song/the rules to scoring the best room in the house) it's a theme party. I don't know if it's in the official rules of Greek Life but sororities/fraternities and theme parties go together like cheating spouses and Hollywood.
Admit it - even if you are in a sorority, you’ve wondered if Greek TV shows are anything like real Greek life. But first off, it goes without saying that whether you are Greek or not, if you have never seen an episode of “GREEK” then you haven’t lived.
To run, or not to run- that is the question. Sorority exec elections are right around the corner for most chapters, putting a lot of girls on the fence about whether or not to run for a position. Going for any title from new member educator to secretary to president can cause drama and tension between sisters and put friendships on the rocks in the house. So, to run or not to run? Debatable.
Sorority recruitment can be many things: fun, intense, scary, adventurous, and exciting - but it can also be brutal. Warning: Expect tears. While many girls will end up in their dream house, there are plenty of potential new members that will not get their first choice house and some girls who won't get in a house at all!
To say that frat guys don't have the best reputation is like saying that that I only kinda like Diet Coke. From movies to TV shows to their very own indiscretions (like the most recent events at Yale), on a scale of douchebaggery, they fall somewhere between Spencer Pratt and Tiger Woods.
When you combine 80 girls plus their stress from exams and boys, there is going to be drama. Duh. And even though sorority girls do sometimes get in crazy bitch fights over missing nail polish and whether they are going to watch Gossip Girl or Grey’s, they aren’t lying to you when they say that no one hates anyone in their house.
It seems like every year ALL the fraternities try to cram their date functions and formals into two weekends in the fall and spring. For a socialite like myself and the rest of my pledge class, juggling all these events can be a bit overwhelming for a girl! (
Joining a sorority is a huge time, financial and social commitment. It's more than choosing a place to live for the next school year; the chapter you join determines who your friends will be, what your social life will look like and even your life post-grad
To protect the traditions and longstanding process, sorority rush is inherently shrouded in secrecy. Every chapter keeps their plans hush hush, current members can't talk to potential new members, and everything - from rush songs to what snacks they'll be serving - is kept on total lock down.
As a die-hard sorority girl, I have no problem admitting that I know exactly what it takes to successfully join the sorority that is right for YOU. And trust me, there is one. It might not seem like it on the first day of rush when you're being shuttled from house to house and having 3 minute conversations with tons of girls, but there is. And when you get in there and connect with the members, you'll know it.
Hello future, present, and past college sorority women (and creepy guys trying to get in on the juicy sorority gossip)!! My name is Megan, I'm a Junior, I go to Purdue, and I am so excited to be CollegeCandy's Ultimate Sorority Girl! (Also, I like exclamation points.)
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