During our senior year of high school in Texas, my friends and I often sat around and discussed sororities: which were the more “elite” sororities to join and which geeky Greek group to avoid. I was usually quiet during these discussions of sorority bashing and blasting. A year later, just watching my friends navigate the grueling process of sorority pledging was exhausting. Rush seemed to consume their lives. But even as a Tri-Delt double legacy, I had always known that sorority life wasn’t for me. Keep reading »
