Getting Personal

Greek Pride


Sitting in my graduate class at a small, not very Greek college, I overhear a few students talking about Greek life, and who hazes and what they went through and how their chapter at another school (my alma mater, no less) were “totally snobby.” The room got quiet, and the guy laughed it off and spoke much quieter about his opinions. Good idea, bro.

I was a sorority girl. I am proud that I was a sorority girl. The friendships I made in Alpha Phi are deeper than any I had formed before, and on any given day you’ll see my O Ring, symbolizing my Omicron chapter at the University of Missouri. So yes, I get I credibly offended when I hear others bad mouth Greek life. So let’s clear some things up:

Do sororities and fraternities haze? I don’t know. Mine did not – as new members, we were treated like princesses. But all it takes is one screw up to ruin it for the rest of us.

Didn’t you just pay for friends? Maybe. I paid for a community to belong to; for the confidence to walk around a campus of 30,000 and know I wasn’t alone. I paid to live in a mansion with 80 of my closest friends. I paid for sisterhood events, socials and homecoming decorations (that I also spent hours on). And I promise, not a dime was wasted or regretted.

Well, all you do is party. Yep, partied so hard I graduated with honors a semester early from the best journalism school in the country. Oh, wait…

Look, I’m not going to tell you to join Greek life. It’s not for everyone. But for the lucky few, it’s more than a few Greek symbols on a sweatshirt, or hours spent pomping a house dec(oration). It’s a history of tradition, community and pride.

Would you walk into the Big House talking about how Michigan is overrated? No? Then don’t speak badly about Greeks – you never know when one is down the aisle.

Getting Personal

3.5 years of college broken down into 20 photos.

OK – this isn’t going to be easy. I just created a photobook on Shutterfly of my college experience (thanks Groupon!) I narrowed it down to 80ish photos on 20 pages, which probably sounds insane to some of you, and probably sounds impossible to the rest of you. So, to test my skills, I’m going to further narrow down my years at Mizzou into 20 photos. BIG BREATH…here we go.

Bid Day. I’m on the right, third over in the front row of seats. Little did I know this day would change my life – I would meet my best friends and have the greatest college experience a girl could have thanks to my beautiful Alpha Phi sisters. Sigh, it seems like this was just yesterday.

AEPi Marriage Party. This was my first Greek event and the first time I realized college is basically one huge Halloween party. Theme? Tarzan and Jane.

Barbie and Ken Party:This is by far one of my favorite pictures of college. The party was actually super dumb, but we looked so cute!

Freshman Year: Ah, my roommates. From left to right, Lacey, Julie, myself and Jordan. And yes, we put a tree in our little dorm. Also got a rabbit, but that didn’t end too well [no worries, the rabbit is fine, we just couldn’t keep him.]

Homecoming 2007: This was my first taste of pomping, house decs, staying up all night creating glittery signs. Yep – this was when I fell in love with it all. And yes, I am wearing a Hollister track jacket. Don’t judge.

Living In House: Oh 202. The second smallest room in Alpha Phi, yet somehow Kaitlyn and I shoved all of our shit into that one tiny closet, magically got bunk beds down to regular beds and even managed to have a sleepover or two.

Rush It, Love It, Alpha Phi! Oh yes, our first experience with rush. How freaking young are we? After perfecting walk outs and screaming all night, we somehow survived.

Babies! Yes, after a hell of a recruitment, we ended up with the cutest babies ever. Amanda, Grimm, Kelly and my little, Sammie. Instant besties.

Parents Weekend: It’s not like I could have done this whole college thing without these two!

PCB ’09. The origin to Sorry I’m Not Sorry. Sorry we party.

Copper Beech: Ah, the beginning of an era. This place was everything junior and senior year.

21 and Invincible: Erin’s 21st started off the greatest time of our lives – legality.  Shots for everyone!

ΛΧΑ Watermelon Fest: Hundreds of sorority girls chucking watermelons at each other – is there a better philanthropy? No.

Halloween: Need I explain? I didn’t think so.

Junior/Senior Pub Crawl: Crawlin’ til we Fallin’

Bid Day at the Columns: A total 360 from the first photo.

Tailgating: Partying harder than you since 1872.

Alpha Phi – Omicron Centenial: 100 years of Sisterhood

Formal: My last one with my great-grandbabies Kelly and Tori and my little Sammie.

Graduation: I may have just teared up a bit. Thank you Mizzou, the Journalism school and Alpha Phi for giving me everything I could want out of a college experience and so much more.


st. louis

It may not be the South, but it’s definitely the Best College Town

Columbia, Missouri < Best College Towns – Southern Living.

Ah, my beloved alma mater. Columbia, MO truly is one of the greatest places in the world, and definitely one of the greatest places in Missouri.

As a sorority girl, you aim to be a southern belle. Southern Greek life is the holy grail of letters. Being named one of the best college towns by Southern Living gives Columbia that additional boost of confidence, class and charm.

Sure, some people are against the small-town feel or the ten college kids for every inch of land, but personally, I couldn’t find a better place to spend the best three & a half years of my life (don’t judge – I’m an overachiever.)

From the quaint yet busy downtown streets to the beautiful campus of the University of Missouri, Columbia brings more to small-town living. Whether it’s the community support on football Saturdays, the farmers market every Wednesday, or the original homecoming celebration, there will never be a city to make me smile at the mere mention of it like Columbia.

You can leave Mizzou, but Mizzou will never leave you.

Sentimental? Sure. Proud? Definitely. Will the South rise again? HA, Missouri was considered the north anyway.  Sorry I’m Not Sorry