Sisterhood at a Glance

I recently joined a sorority that I absolutely love and feel I really belong to. The girls in my pledge class are all very unique, nice, and fun to be around. It’s an experience I am already proud to be a part of. Yet I was taken aback, almost to the point of tears, when an older sister of mine began swearing at me on Bid Night. I had simply forgotten to wear my wristband, which was supposed to indicate that I was in fact a part of that sorority and could therefore board the bus traveling to our Bid Night venue. While the bus driver and I were discussing alternatives for me to prove that I was truly in that sorority, a Junior sister of mine stood up and began shouting vulgar words in my direction while commanding that I step off the bus because without a wristband I simply didn’t belong. Not only was this behavior extremely farfetched and unnecessary, but it also gave me an awful initial impression of the sisterhood sororities are rumored to share. This experience was hard for me to mentally overcome - especially since I think we all tend to look up to the older girls for role model behavior and demeanor. No matter the situation, our age, or the people involved, I think it’s best to keep in mind that somebody is always affected by the decisions we make, and the way we choose to act. With that said, know it’s best to not test the limits of your sororities’ sisterhood.

Snowballs of Fury

Snowball fights are usually a fun activity when guidelines are set. There’s typically a “don’t go for the head” or “only below the waist” memorandum. However, no such rules existed this past week on the SMU campus. All throughout the day on both Thursday and Friday students pelted each other with icy cold snowballs. Those who leisurely made their way to class were prime targets. Out of excitement, I too threw a tightly packed ball of snow in the direction of an older SMU football player. I watched my first snowball sail through the air and then suddenly realized that it was in fact headed for his face. A split second later he was on the ground with both hands covering his eye. I couldn’t believe it. What was supposed to be a gesture of fun enthusiasm turned into me giving him a swollen black eye and a bloody nose. Of course I ran over to him to apologize profusely and help him to his feet. - But it was then that I realized that with the onset of snow, our SMU campus had turned into a dangerous warzone. So I have to ask, were you as frightened as I was when trying to navigate your way around campus last Thursday and Friday?