delta gamma rho

Imagine a world where a bunch of girls can go to a gym in their pajamas and eat cookie dough while talking about life in a huge circle. Come on, just close your eyes and think about it for a little bit.

I got to experience all the blessings of cookie dough, comfortable clothing, and inspiring talks at the Delta Gamma Rho mixer. Out of the 16 girl social clubs and the numerous mixers I could have gone to, I only chose to conform to the DGR title because it didn't involve conforming. As I sat in the circle I knew that I wanted to be one of them, they seemed to have the sisterhood that involved all the good stuff. I just want that good stuff.

Now imagine a world where a bunch of girls dressed up like their favorite vacation spot. For two hours or so, I wore a black hat, a striped shirt, and had red lips as bright as the red pants I was wearing. My vacation spot was Paris, and I met a lot of amazing DGR girls that night.

This is the last world I'm gonna ask you to imagine, where everyone you see is either dressed up like a Dalmatian, harry potter, the avengers, a dude, or an indian. A dalmatian playing dodgeball is quite the sight especially when it's felt spots that are scotch taped to clothing keep falling off. This was the last mixer (that you had to have an invitation for) and after this, it's a live or die situation. That night all the DGR girls casted a vote for the girls they wanted to be in the club and the girls they didn't want to be in the club. If I'm not one of the girls they wanted, I'm out of the club system for my whole freshman year of college.

With all that said, I hope you guys cross your fingers for me. I find out in two weeks!