purse strings. But so far any idea I’ve come up with seems bland. I’m reminded of a creative writing teacher I had in college who handed out poor marks to anyone who wrote too poetically. “Just tell it like it is.” That was her stance. Well Mrs. I Can’t Remember Your Name, I guess that’s what I’ll do.I’ve been tossing around ideas on how I should write this little segment since I signed up for TeamChallenge, and I can’t seem to settle on anything. The trouble is I want it to be marvelous. I want it to tug at your heart strings… and maybe even your
Much to my surprise, I joined a sorority my freshman year of college. I wasn’t the sorority type. I was a math geek and only moderately attractive. But I was going to an engineering school, where the boys outnumbered the girls 3 – 1. And I hadn’t quite yet figured out how to be friends with boys. So I joined a sorority.
Now I’d like to say that Stacey and I had become the best of friends, or that I was drawn to the twinkle in her eye, but the truth is it went more like this, “So-and-so will probably room with so-and-so…so-and-so will probably get a single…I definitely don’t want to room with so-and-so…so I guess that leaves…Stacey.” And I would be flattering myself if I said that Stacey’s methodology was any different. But somehow, through the process of elimination, we both signed up for a friendship that day.
The rest of college was full of typical college activities…
Too much drinking (I have a picture of this, but decided not to post it.). And too much studying (I don't have a picture of this, but can assure you it did happen.).
I will never forget those days. We were on top of the world and ready to take on the rest of our lives. The possibilities were endless.