Dear Delta Gamma

Dear Delta Gamma,

Where do I even begin?? Freshman year I came to college with my boyfriend at the time, his best friend, and that was it. Nobody from home came to Kent, and my best friends were all over the country. The first few weeks of college I was so nervous. My boyfriend and I decided to split ways, and instantly I had nobody at Kent. Who do I sit with in class? Who do I go to the dining halls with? Who do I hang out with? These questions kept lingering through my head, until I saw posters all over campus telling me to “Go Greek!”. Hating the idea of what I thought to be Greek life, I thought to myself “lol no way I’m gonna sign up for this”, but after my roomie dragged me to info night, I decided “why the hell not”. Let me tell ya... best idea ever.

A few weeks go by, and before I know it I’m running home to the wonderful women who I now call my sisters. Growing up, my sister and I were not close. To this day we don’t even talk to each other, let alone have the slightest relationship. Being able to be apart of Delta Gamma has given me the opportunity to be apart of a strong, uplifting, and inspiring sisterhood that I never got to experience growing up. These women have pushed me to be my best, and have held my hand when things seemed like they’d never get better.

Fast forward and it’s my sophomore year. Fall semester I had a horrible roommate experience, which resulted to me going home to Toledo every spare minute I had. I cried and begged my mom to let me transfer to UT (where most of my friends go to) for spring semester. My mother told me no, so I decided I was going to transfer to OSU (where a lot of my other hometown friends currently go) for the fall of my junior year. My mom didn’t necessarily love this idea, but told me that she would support this decision. Once spring semester rolled around, and I announced I wouldn’t be returning in the fall.. things began to look up once again. I started spending more time with my sisters, and realized how I couldn’t finish college without them by my side. It just didn’t make sense (thnx Vargo for all the “if you transfer...” sob stories). My sisters are apart of who I am. They helped me in small ways, that may not have seemed like much, and in big ways as well. This support system is unbreakable.

Thanks for everything DeeGee.

Xoxo,

Em France