One Hundred Sixty-Two

One hundred and sixty-two years ago, the first secret society for women was formed in Macon, Georgia at Wesleyan College.  Alpha Delta Pi has become my family, my sisterhood, and my strength.  I cannot imagine my life without my sisters beside me, in college and after graduation.

My sisters have been there through terrible hair dying experiences, breakups from long term  relationships, graduate school acceptances, and supported me through all of the other bumps along the road.

This summer, I’m celebrating the weddings of two girls of my graduating class.  I am cheering on my sisters who are graduating from graduate school or who are beginning medical school this fall.  It has been a pleasure to be apart of the sisterhood, and I live by its standards each and every day.

We are not all the same, which makes the sisterhood so valuable.  We all have different goals, plans, and beliefs, but we all come together to uphold our motto: We live for each other.

Today, I may not be wearing my pin or letters, but I have “white on top, black on bottom,” an outfit characteristic of Bid Day and Alpha ceremonies.  Sisters from all over the country, and world, have celebrated our history today by remembering how our devotion for one another came from our six founders.

I know I’ll end up getting recruitment songs stuck in my head, and I may get misty-eyed thinking about “It Only Takes a Spark” from preference party, but I’ll always hold the bond and sisterhood of Alpha Delta Pi close to my heart.

Be True To Your School

I have a love affair with my alma mater.  For two years, I had the pleasure to attend the University of Wisconsin and be a badger.  As long as I have been a Wisconsinite (read: my entire life), I have always cheered for those in Cardinal Red and White.

Being a badger means a many things.  It means having the endurance to literally jump between the third and fourth quarter of a Wisconsin football game during “Jump Around.”  It means climbing up onto Abe Lincoln’s lap in celebration of graduation.  It means knowing all of the words to “Varsity,” “If You Want to Be a Badger,” and “On, Wisconsin.”  It means complaining about those taking the 80 up Bascom Hill, drinking pitchers of beer outside on the Terrace, and knowing who Tunnel Bob and Scanner Dan are.  Most importantly, it means always referring to the University of Minnesota as a safety school (Sorry Golden Gophers!) and always waiting for the end of the 5th Quarter.

No matter where life takes me, I will always proudly be a Badger.

Love and Support

Happy Mother’s Day!  I am honored to have such a wonderful mother who has supported me through countless loads of laundry, six years of higher education, seven dorm rooms to move into, two degrees, dozens of cities to see me play sports in, and helped me get my first ever job which propelled me into the library profession.

You’ve always been my number one cheerleader.  You’ve taught me that honesty is the best policy.  You made me fight my own battles, and realize what is worth fighting for in the long run.  You are my hero.

Above all, you and Dad have always shown me that stereotypes are useless.  Neither of you regaled “chores” to one specific gender.  Your marriage and raising of us three girls has always been a partnership.  While I was never an easy child to raise (sorry!), you never gave up on me.  You fought for my education, you fought for my happiness, and you fought for me to continue on, even when it seemed impossible.

I used to think being compared to you was the worst thing possible.  Sorry I was an extremely difficult teenager.  Now, I embrace the similarities.  Except, I will never skim books like you do.  I cannot take on that trait of yours, no matter what.

You are beautiful, strong, and amazing.  Thanks for the tissues when I’ve cried, the band-aids when I’ve fallen, and the money when I’ve been broke.  Every little thing has been appreciated, even if I didn’t say it at the time.  But here I am, wiser now, thanking you for it all.