Once every year, all the frattiest of boys and girls across collegiate America congregate together for a week away from Canvas notifications, dining hall sh*t, and weed-out exams. Since we, as a collective generation, have completely worn out other notable spring break hotspots, this year everyone collected in Destin, Florida.
I was one of said frat stars.
I’d say it was one of the best weeks of my life. Besides the fact that I was surrounded by sparkling waters and white sand for seven days, I also had the chance to get to know some pretty kickass girls.
Quite honestly, living in a house with thirteen other girls, all of whom are in a different sorority than me, was one of the best experiences ever. Though Riley and I were the only non-Kappa Deltas in our group, never once did we feel isolated or excluded. Simply, it was just a group of friends spending time together – no letters, labels, or affiliations differentiated us.
What a refreshing mindset.
So often in the Greek community we forget that although our foremost loyalty may lie within our sorority’s walls, we are all ultimately friends amongst the same organization. Personality precedes letters; commonality is not predefined by any string of symbols.
I cannot put into eloquent words how perfect the timing of this week was. After not taking a vacation in over four years, waking up to the sound of waves crashing and the smell of sea salt in the air was my own natural tranquilizer.
We spent so many days lounging around the house: the culinary talents whipping up homemade meals, others tanning on our main balcony, still some howling over stupid memes on the couch inside. When the weather permitted, our pale bodies stayed glued to the beach, desperately proud of even the faintest of tan lines. I set my mail and Canvas notifications on radio silence; our biggest worry was how we were going to finish off the mounds of groceries we had bought.
Our dear friends from A&M had no trouble helping us.
Speaking of: to all of the Sooners and Aggies that tried to fuel heated debates with us over who’s school was better, I’m sure I’ll see you in Austin soon. I, on the other hand, will probably not see you in your college town – ever. Hook ’em, baby. 😉
Now headed back to Austin, I feel rejuvenated and youthful (I sound like a grandma, probably because I was feeling like one).
What did you do for your spring break? I want to hear your stories in the comments below!