The Philosophy of Sisterhood

Have I ever mentioned I am in a sorority? Philosophy major in a sorority? Preposterous you say! Hold the phone. I am in a Catholic sorority. I used to go around saying that I was in a fake sorority, since we aren't panhellenic, and we aren't exactly focused on being thin and wearing pearls. But then once one of my KTB sisters disagreed with me. She said, "I think we are the real sorority, and they are the fake ones, because we actually have real sisterhood, based on love". Ever since then I have felt so blessed to be a part of this sisterhood. I did not grow up with any sisters, I have two older brothers instead. And while my high school class really became sisters to me, it is nice to have a new family of sisters, all who share the same beliefs and values rooted in our common Catholic faith.

This weekend I got to go away and spend the weekend on retreat with my beautiful sisters. I am not going to lie, I was dreading it. It was opening weekend for Aggie baseball, and I LOVE baseball. It was my brother's birthday, and this is the last birthday I would be in the same city as him. I went away wishing I would instead end up at Olsen Field watching the first pitch with my brother, instead of sitting on a hot bus with my sisters driving to somewhere where I would inevitably have NO signal.

I was right. About the no signal. Everything else I was wrong about. I had a wonderful weekend getting to know the girls in my sorority better and jus

t plain relaxing. The weather was a perfect 70 degrees and breezy. The retreat was located on a lake, and besides getting lost in the woods, the whole weekend was just exceptionally relaxing.

I have never felt so blessed to be a part of this sorority. I have been given so much by the Lord, and I hope someday I can give back. Every blessing you pour out, I'll turn back to praise.

the Philosophy of FREAKING OUT

It is February. The month of love right? NOPE. Try the month of the LSAT. It is officially T=minus 11 days (10 in 30 minutes) until my LSAT death. I am so excited to be done. My friends are excited that I will stop talking about it. Surprisingly, I am not freaking out about the test (misleading title...right? just wait). I WANT to take the test already. I want to get it over with. If I could take it tomorrow I would. I am no longer dreading it. I am actually looking forward to it ( I have lost my mind right? probably, but that's besides the point). I am not looking forward to the actual test, just getting it over with.

Nor am I freaking out about the test. I am freaking out about the guy who will inevitably sit by me who taps his pencil, makes incessently loud noises while bubbling in answers, breathes abnormally loudly, the air condition vent that will no doubt hum off and on, the watch that will of course stop and the room that will of course be 30 degrees. These are the things that will cause me to fail the LSAT, not the actual LSAT. Isn't that sad? I had so much potential (ha)...too bad it was ruined by my inability to function with noise.

I am also freaking out about sleeping the night before. I will be staying in a hotel. That sounds frivolous and stupid, but if you lived where I do you wouldn't be judging me. Last weekend someone pulled the fire-alarm at 1:30 am. We had to evacuate and get yelled at by cops for standing in the street. I went to bed around 3. That will NOT be happening the night before my test. I will instead be warm in a hotel, hopefully avoiding all alcoholic freshmen who surround me every weekend.

The LSAT has been all I have been thinking/talking/pretending to study for so long, I don't know if I'll be able to function without it. But I think...just maybe...somehow...I will survive.