rush diaries | part 2

it’s march 7^th at 7:52 pm and I am still in a sorority. this tuesday our ‘bigs’ are revealed, so get ready for another instagram blast. every caption reads “in love with my big” or some ridiculous variation of the prior. what most of the girls posting don’t realize is that other people do understand is that probably 20 minutes before the picture frenzy began, the two girls in the picture were just introduced for the first or second time.

I like most things about being in a sorority. I like the potential friendships, the unique similarity/bond we now all have to each other, and the fun activities. but I also find that it’s a huge time commitment. I work (I know, unbelievable) during almost every important sorority event. I fall behind on what goes on. like I just learned last week that the journals we were given from our bigs were used to communicate back and forth with them. I literally thought they were a gift, a diary. I never bothered getting mine and writing in it until this week. the paddles we make? yeah when my new member class sent in a bulk order I put in the group: “honestly what even is this about” and no one answered me. sisterhood!!! I just bought my paddle yesterday. still don’t have my letters.

I don’t like the forced unity. I don’t like that we must wear pure white to some events, with pure white shoes. why would I own pure white shoes? why would I even own cream shoes? why would I own blanched almond colored shoes?

rush diaries

this weekend I participated in something I never, nor anybody with any remote knowledge of me, thought I would do. no I’m not making an ask alice reference; I’m making a sorority reference. that’s right, I rushed. at babson, greek life is very limited – we only have three sororities and four fraternities on campus. they’re all very low key, which is why I decided I would give sisterhood a shot. if I were at a school down south, I would stay far, far away (as in fairytale far, far away) during rush week.

the first event was on a wednesday: orientation. I was rubbed the wrong way. about seventy girls shoved in an auditorium being told that five days from now we would be running to our new home. no???

1. I wasn’t going to be running anywhere.
2. everything seemed so artificial to me. I prefer to make friends organically.
3. in every picture shown, girls were all dressed the same. pass. I thrive on originality.

but nevertheless, I threw out my judgments and pushed forward. on thursday, the first official night of rush, all of the girls split into three groups and went to each sorority’s party in casual attire. showing off my great enthusiasm for the entire process and wanting to put my best foot forward, I decided to show up fresh from the gym, unbathed, and sporting no make-up. the first one I visited was sigma kappa, then off to chi omega I trooped. exhausted after two hours of answering the most generic questions known to man (where are you from? why babson? what are you involved in?), I forced myself to travel to the last sorority, kappa kappa gamma. immediately the kkg girls started singing and snapping, so naturally I grimaced and then mentally escaped.

city versus campus | heading back

heading back to school after having more than a month off is a shock to both of our systems. but going back to a city versus campus does bring its differences.

concrete jungle:
after having more than a month off I feel the draw of the city. I am excited to be back and to see friends and explore again. I have run into more people I know randomly on the street in the last 24 hours than I do sometimes in a week and its a nice reminder that the city doesn't always need to feel so big. 

it will be hard to get back into the swing of things with tomorrow being my first day of classes but you gotta do what you gotta do. hopefully my new classes will be a little more interesting than last semesters were. and the fact that the street noises kept me up last night tells me I have been away for far too long.

I hope this semester brings amazing new adventures, which may begin tomorrow with a huge blizzard coming to the city and lucky me I forgot my parka at home. so wish me luck.

campus:

after five weeks off of school the last thing I wanted to do was get back to classes, homework, and a dunkin donuts campus. I especially didn't want to leave all of my family, high school friends, and dog behind. it's like I had just acclimated to my old life that I missed so much. 

sharing my room with another person after the long hiatus hasn't been the highlight of my return either. after a week I am still not used to hearing her high pitched voice stumble into my room and eventually her bed on the dot at 2 am each night. at least her one night out a week rule didn't stick. 

but returning has had it's pluses. new classes means another chance to meet new people. everyone is eager to go out so campus is not dead yet. spring rush starts in a matter of days, and while I've been back I've managed to find myself an on campus job. things are looking up, and I'm excited to see what's next.

until the next, chels and tc

chapter 1 of my autobiography

my name is chelsea and I go to babson college and you definitely have never heard of it. babson is a small business school right outside of boston. when I say small, I mean smaller than my high school. I sometimes ponder if I am actually attending boarding school rather than college. but babson is a good school, and most of the classes have a maximum of 20 kids in it. I love the education, but I thought going to a small school would let my huge personality shine. I now find that I've been lost in the ranks. 

I'm a loud jewish girl with glasses--which is often deceptive enough into convincing people that I am nice and nonjudgmental. it works to my advantage. 

but in reality, I'm just a girl who gets along with the masses who also simultaneously struggles to find those unfiltered friendships. I want a few girls to prance around town with, dressed completely in lulu lemon (coming from our exhausting workouts at the gym) and carrying starbucks. some would call it a reality tv show, I would call it my fantasy. 

college is everything and nothing of what I expected it to be. hopefully I can explain myself better a little bit later. 

o chelsea 

wait...what we're blogging?

as our first obligatory post we want to tell you that we are two decently normal girls who are freshmen in college, one in a city and one on a campus. we want to solve all college mysteries and reveal all college myths. we obliviously don't know it all but we try too. 

we have been best friends since freshman year in high school who share a love of lifestyle blogs, fashion, and each other. we will introduce ourselves more in upcoming posts. 

comment below with something you would want us to talk about. 

until the next, chels and taylor