Question| Why I pay for my friends

Question| Why I pay for my friends

My entire life I’ve been questioned “Why do you ask so many questions?,” “Why do you want to be a journalist?” and one of my favorites “Why do you go to school in Iowa?”  But one I have been asked the most is “Why do you pay to be in a sorority? You are like paying for friends,” which to me makes so much sense and none at all. A year ago from this very day, I joined a chapter by the name of Kappa Alpha Theta and my life was changed. Yes, I am tagged in a million more photos than the average college student. Yes, I gush over Lilly planners for hours because it is typical. Yes, I get cool shirts, but so does everyone else. 366 days ago I probably would have asked myself “Why am I going to pay for this?” But as my first year passed by, the question got dumber and dumber to me. “Why is this a...
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‘Think so hard your teeth hurt’

‘Think so hard your teeth hurt’

“Think so hard your teeth hurt.” A saying my grandpa used to say. The saying that is forever branded in the side of my brain that tells me to do well in school. It has been four years to the day that the genius man I called Bapa has uttered those six words. It kind of hurts even four years later to know that I won’t ever hear him ask for a diet soda while he tells stories of his past where he made children laugh in a clown suit. The six words play through my mind on the daily. When I want to sleep instead of do my homework, I think about it. When I feel like crying because I had to cut a story in the newspaper last minute, I think about it. When I can’t remember that last answer to the test, I stop and think about it. Frankly, it is a saying I never really understood completely. I never understood how...
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One Year. 12 Months. 365 Days.

12 months. 365 days. 8766 hours. 525,949 minutes. Oh what a difference a year can make. A year ago to this very day, I can guarantee I was sprawled out in my room freaking out about what I have to pack, if I was going to make a friend and how I was going to survive without my mom in college. A year ago today I probably felt like I was going to throw-up because I had no idea how I was going to handle college. Now a year later, here I sit in a hammock swing (thanks mom and dad) in my backyard, alive and well. Not only am I alive, but I am itching to go back to school (DSM I am coming for you soon). A year has flown by and I could not have asked for it to have been any better. I met the most incredible people I could have ever imagined, got closer with old friends and just became a better person. Not a better person in the...
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