sorority is not simply about a flower,
songs, by-laws, membership standards, or
a golden pin.
And it's not entirely an institution, a creed, a legacy, an
obligation, or a way of life.
A sorority is not only borrowing a skirt from Laura and a blouse from
Alison, shoes from Mary, a scarf from Leslie, and a coat
from Jenny for that big date and passing it off as
It's sitting on the back steps and listening with all
your heart because she's helplessness, lost and lonely
and it seems the whole world fell into ugly,
little pieces around her.
And it's coming in very late one night and closing the
door to tell someone who has seen you through
the hardest years of your life that you're happy
now, and you're getting married.
And a sorority is, I suppose, a kind of learning
You grow up inside these halls, and perhaps you do learn more of this grizzly,
ungrateful circus we call life, than if you lived it somewhere
You learn that no matter where you come from or
who took you
there, you've still got to find that one small
belongs to you, by yourself.
You learn that the world is made up of
people you are not going to like, and you live with them anyway.
You learn to wait, because change is slow and
isn't always right.
You learn that there is a lot to believe in and
a whole lot more to
And if you're smart, or very lucky you learn
that no matter how big or how messy the world becomes, what is
precious and what is permanent is always the same.
And in the very end, a sorority can only be a better way to live...