crisis

Growing up you dream of the future. You dream about what is coming, where you’re going,
and what your job will be. Screenshot_20160528-214310But, in the mist of your dream you forgot that you’re aging and getting closer and closer to having to have life questions figured out. Then one day you wake up and realize you are grown, but don’t have the answers.

well shit.

People tell you “the world is your oyster.” “you will be great at whatever you do.” “we’ll see you do something great one day.” People, that is great and all, but you should give me a hit at what you think I’m going to do. I am a smart cookie, but a mind reader, I am not.

Maybe I’ll just write a blog for a living. Is that a thing? I’ll be a little over qualified, but I’m okay with that. You know what, I’ll start working on my 1st novel now so it can become a best reader while I’m sill in college.
mid-college crisis averted.

i’m a sorority girl

so you saw our door stack, now who are we really.

Take away the Greek Letters, the houses, and the giant t-shirts, because we are just a bunch of girls trying to get by. We don’t go out every night and loose our shoes, for shoes are important. We don’t spend money without thinking, in fact most of us have scholarships in order to help with the cost of school, and loans for everyday life. We don’t
think education in a joke. We definitely don’t all look, think, or act like each other.

We do stand by each other night and day. We do come when we are needed, and stay no matter. We do have friends outside our sorority.  We do work hard for what we have. We do spend countless hours supporting philanthropies we truly believe in. We do maintain GPAs above the campus average, while also holding officer positions in multiple organizations. We do a lot more than you’d think.

 

Sorority life isn’t what you see in the movies. It isn’t terrifying. I promise you, it isn’t what you think.

If you have questions, just ask, don’t assume.

 

so, i’m back.

36 hours.

I had 36 hours from the second I got off the plane to the time I needed to be in Austin. Let me tell you, it isn’t enough time, but somehow it was done.

After two delayed flights and one rebooking, thank you for nothing United, I made it to Houston. I was hangry, tired and had to go find my luggage in the “lost and found,” I hate United. Trying to find my luggage was basically looking for a needle in a haystack, because everyone and their brother has a black bag, I knew I should have bough the highlighter yellow bag (jokes). After located my beautiful luggage, I learned my dear mother, Man I love her, was at the wrong terminal.  This day was just getting better, but it actually was.

When my mom and I were reunited she said the best 2 words I had every heard. “so, Chick-fil-a?” I almost wept.

The other 30ish hours weren’t nearly as excited.

the end of the adventure

I’m going to try something new.

Just sit still. Listen to the sounds around you. The people breathing in the room and your own heartbeat.

When was the last time you took 10 minutes to just be? To actually listen to what other people were thinking, saying, wishing, or dreaming?

The last time I remember taking this time was my last week at the GEC. I wanted to remember every moment, every smell (I know, gross), and every person. My last week was a happy one and one that I will always be grateful for.

I didn’t think, going into this summer, that the people in the GEC would make such a huge impact on my life. That when I got home, I would miss waking up at seven to go see all their smiling faces and listen to them laugh at my jokes. Let’s face it, I need people to laugh at my jokes. I didn’t realize that while I was there I made a family, one that I never wanted to leave.  A family of multiple different personalities, cultures, and backgrounds. A family that welcomed me with open arms and accepted my weirdness. A family that holds a specific part in my heart. But most of all, a family I miss daily.

The most important thing I learned from the GEC wasn’t how to interact with clients or colleges, but how to make the most of every moment. Even though there is always work to be done, they understood the importance of people, their stories, and their time. Also, the art of a good vacation, wait I mean holiday.

If I didn’t say it then, I will now, thank you. Thank you for always caring about me and my weekend excursions. Thank you for the free hot chocolates and muffins. Thank you for the laughs. Thank you for being my family when my family was 7,000 miles away. I can never thank you enough, for you all are truly remarkable people.