TNBs do formal: Senior Year
It's that time of year again - recruitment at my beautiful Alma Mater, Samford University (which deserves mad respect, yo). This season naturally means I am missing my sisters a little more than normal (a difficult feat - TRUST ME). In the fall of 2008 I pledged my allegiance to the first and the finest and learned to throw that diamond like nothing else mattered. While I wasn't always the best member - sorry, Eug - I am beyond grateful for the girls that became sisters in Alpha Delta Pi. These are the girls that showed me unconditional love and were arms of strength as I dealt with the loss of my dad, the girls that did the mundane with me, the girls that did the crazy stupid with me, the girls that giggled and cried with me, the girls that told me what I wanted to hear when I needed the encouragement, the girls that told me what I needed to hear when a swift kick to the rear was due, they are the girls that became my sisters.
So, in honor of these top notch sistas, I'm going to subject you to a walk down memory lane. Sorry I'm not sorry.
Mamas and Babies / Bigs and Littles / Divas and TNBs
That one year I thought I could survive as a Rho Gamma and cried tears of joy coming home
BECAUSE MALLARD BALL AND DIAMONDS, Y'ALL
The key to sisterhood is arm placement
The weekend we learned there's Somethin' Bout A Truck
The night we raised money to find a cure for cancer and showed our penchant for patriotic clothing
#Merica
Sidebar - why did I EVER think it was acceptable behavior to cut my hair?
That one time we thought it would be a good idea to graduate... WHY
But it's all good - because we still get to see each other post grad :)
Boom freakin' Boom, y'all. Go get them Alphas!
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