A sorority is not simply about a flower, national conventions, worn-out 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
your own.
It's sitting on the back steps and listening with all
your
helplessness because she's lost and she's lonely
and it seems the whole world fell into ugly,
little pieces.
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
experience.
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
else.
You learn that no matter where you come from or
who took you
there, you've still got to find that one small
acre that
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
hope for.
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...
and love.