One chapter meeting my freshman year, I remember staring at the beautiful seniors sitting gracefully in front of the room then all of the sudden I hear screaming that put me into sheer panic. I quickly discovered these high pitched shrieks weren’t out of fear that someone was hurt, but out of happiness. It has just been announced that we are having an engagement ceremony for one of my sisters instead of our regular chapter meeting.
We pass the ring around and say things like “ooh and ahh” and “it is beautiful,” even if it really isn’t. This is our small way of showing we care. Finally we discover who the lucky girl is and we sit and listen to the story of her proposal and how the beautiful couple is in love forever and how it was the greatest moment of her life- blah blah blah. As you can assume, after hearing what feels like thousands of these, the whole charade gets a little tiring.
Every year it felt like the whole senior pledge class got engaged. By the time I was a senior, my whole pledge class felt the pressure for us to get married. We were a career oriented pledge class, and by the time spring semester rolled around senior year, everyone had either broken up with their boyfriends or were avoiding men altogether.
We were a disappointment to alum and the pledge classes that came before us. Older girls who knew us would call and ask us why we didn’t have any ring ceremonies. It is ironic because half are now divorced after solely being married for a couple of years. This fact made me feel good because I was finally doing something right that I could visibly see.
Some of the girls in my pledge class didn’t see it this way. They would moan about how lonely they were, but then they would either be so busy they didn’t have time for a social life or they would have too much of a social life and no decent guy would take them seriously.
As anxiety grew each semester to see who would be getting engaged, girls would date losers just be be able to have the spotlight for one meeting. I would rather save the time, energy and have less heartache than rushing into a marriage so I can have my sorority sisters as bridesmaids and end up divorced three years later.
If your sorority sisters were meant to be bridesmaids, then they would be true friends and stick around through senior year even if you weren’t engaged. Being in a sorority doesn’t guarantee an MRS Degree. In fact, I highly discourage it being a goal as many girls of my pledge class did. Now is the time to be free and only worry about ourselves and get our own lives in order.
Ring ceremonies are cute the first time, but a short marriage isn’t worth the five minutes of fame during a ring ceremony.
See you on the row.