Sisters vs. Sisterhood

Before joining Sigma Kappa, I always saw sororities as a place for girls without sisters to finally have that guaranteed female companionship that a biological sister provides. Since I grew up with two sisters (one older, one younger), I really wasn’t interested in gaining any more. At all.

See, the thing about (biological) sisters is that they’re often the best and worst people you could ever have in your life. I wouldn’t be able to recount how many screaming matches I’ve had with my sisters over the years, but I also can’t explain how immensely I value them as important and influential people in my life. It’s strange growing up with an older and younger sister. As children, we were best buddies. We’d pull each other in a sled along snow covered streets during the winter, and have snow ball fights in the front yard. We would rough house with one another, and only stop once someone started to cry or threatened to tell mom. They were my best friends growing up.

It was strange not to have my sisters with me when I started college. I spent my entire life surrounded by these two people almost every day of my life, to now only seeing them once every two months or so when I decided to go home for a weekend. It was pretty weird. I couldn’t walk into my room and see my younger sister on her bed playing on her iPad or watching the Mighty Ducks on TV; I couldn’t walk across the hall to see my sister and her boyfriend entertaining our two dogs while she watched Investigation Discovery Channel. Needless to say, I had a gaping hole in my life where my sisters used to be.

Then came Sigma Kappa. I really wasn’t sure about going out for recruitment at first because I didn’t think Greek Life had anything to offer me. However, after thinking it over, I decided to go ahead and try it out, see where it would get me. Honestly, I’m more than happy I went through rounds and found my home in Sigma Kappa, because I truly feel as though the wonderful women in this sorority are my

sisters.

I feel proud of my sisters in Sigma Kappa like I do for my biological ones; if someone in SK succeeds or does something extraordinary I’m filled with pride and excitement that someone who is my “sister” could accomplish such a feat. My SK sisters are always willing to lend a helping hand, let me borrow their clothes, and cook me dinner if I ask nicely enough. Needless to say, even though no one can replace my biological sisters, Sigma Kappa has truly helped fill the void of them not being at TCNJ with me. I have a shoulder to cry on, voices to lift me up, and a bond that doesn’t end after four years, but will last a lifetime.