I am a member of Alpha Omicron Pi. At the beginning of the year, that was the absolute last sorority I wanted to be in. If you’ve rushed at Rhodes, you will understand what I mean when I say the stereotypes are brutal.
According to general opinion, the girls of AOII are weird, bookish, strange, and incredibly plain.
And at the beginning of the year, I believed that. When I went through rush, that’s what I chose to see, and that’s what I saw.
As my freshman year draws to a close, my opinions have changed. Completely.
The girls of Alpha Omicron Pi Kappa Omicron chapter are some of the most incredible, down-to-Earth, and unique girls that I have ever met. We may not be drop-dead gorgeous, but, being one of the most genuine sororities, we are beautiful.
My sisters are always willing to help anyone out. We make it a point to help others, even non-Greeks, feel included. When one sister struggles, the other sisters are there to prop her up. Our philanthropy may not be glamorous, but it, too, deserves recognition. Individually, we are our own person. Together, we are one sisterhood, united.
So, to my fellow panhellenic members, I ask you to please give us a chance. Stop disregarding us, stop looking down upon us, stop thinking that you letters are better than ours. Don’t let one person in a sorority define your outlook on the rest of the sorority. You may think that we don’t go out, that we don’t party; I beg to differ. Just because one sister doesn’t, doesn’t mean we all don’t. Don’t judge the sisters who don’t. Accept us. We’re Greek, too. I’m so frustrated with the way that you all have been treating us, when we are nothing but gracious to you. I’m not pointing fingers, and I’m also not saying that everyone is like this. But when I say that I’m an AOII, don’t sneer, don’t smirk, don’t laugh, don’t brush me off. Give me a chance to highlight that I’m not just an AOII, that I am my own person, and that my sorority is actually pretty cool.
At a school this small, I shouldn’t be ashamed of my letters. I’m not saying that I am, but it doesn’t help that certain fraternities don’t want anything to do with us or that the other sororities talk shit about us. We have so much potential, but so many of you shoot us down. Get to know us before you judge us.
I’m sorry if this post was jumbled and vague; it’s very much stream-of-consciousness. But please take everything that I have said into consideration. We can only defend ourselves from judgement for so long until our shields begin to break.
“I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.”—Henry Rollins (via claireyb)