It started as a pretty normal evening studying in the living room with some friends when out of nowhere Adam (a KPsi) opened the front door and walked… or should I say limped… into the room. He had been playing basketball, hit his ankle on the basketball pole, and his ankle was literally the size of a grapefruit and was already starting to turn purple. Brad and Kyle, two other KPsi’s, and I immediately got him some ice and began to pretty much interrogate him about what happened and how he was feeling. When Brittany came home about ten minutes later, she stepped inside, saw his ankle, and “strongly encouraged” (demanded) that he go to the hospital.
So, of course, Adam, Brittany, Brad, Kyle, and I grab our stuff, pile into my car, and drove to the hospital! Actually… we drove to Taco Bell first. BUT, once we arrived at the hospital we were focused and buckled down to business. Kidding again… we were all pretty hyper and some strange conversations and crazy pictures ensued.
As pictures were being taken, Brittany and I insisted that they were all “FTB” and completely needed (FTB meaning “for the blog”).
We started with individual portraits with Tau:
While we attempted to work on our homework in the waiting room, we took more pictures and kept thinking of all the ways we could incorporate Tau’s name in the things around us.
First of all, we were at the hospi-TAU-l.
We had just eaten TAU-co Bell.
I was studying his-TAU-ry.
Kyle was fascinated with the fish TAU-nk.
Adam was reading En-TAU-tainment Weekly
And of course, what late night is good without some mons-TAU-r energy drink?! ;)
It was about 4 AM when we were finally able to leave the hospital. Adam’s ankle will be ok but had to be on crutches and it is still very swollen. We piled back into my car and headed home after an awesome 5 hour ER extravaganza.
I know some of you reading this are probably wondering “why in the world is she telling us this dumb story about her late-night trip to the hospital?”. Good question!
I am graduating in May. Yes, this is a scary thought, and no, I do not know for sure what I am doing when I graduate. I am going to miss TBS so much I can’t even begin to describe it. Sure, I’m going to miss getting to serve the bands and doing all of our business-type things, but what I’m REALLY going to miss are the times like this one. It’s not the stressful meeting about new budget caps or constitutional amendments that I will be looking back on fondly when I graduate. I will look back and remember the truly meaningful times with my sisters, which aren’t the planned events or meetings. I have done so much with my sisters. I’ll remember the random dance parties in my living room where we jumped around to loud music to relieve stress. I’ll remember dressing up for every BUGWB spirit day, usually last minute, and us pulling of some really great costumes. I’ll remember driving around on the first night of ZOMBIES and us figuring out immediately who the alpha zombie was! I’ll remember when I was too upset to do anything but watch P.S. I Love You and there were only about 5 minutes of us NOT crying. I’ll remember putting off homework and us going and playing in the snow because apparently snow in Texas is pretty crazy. I’ll remember putting bump-its in our hair and running around just to be silly. I’ll remember all the trips to the Emergency Room (because no, this was NOT the first time we’ve been to the ER) and trying to find a fun situation out of a bad one. I’ll remember my sisters baking me “Jeanne-friendly” desserts and getting to eat Key Lime Pie for the first time. I’ll remember the intramural flag football games with our nicknames “Soul Crusher”, “Pain Train”, and “Swat Team”. I’ll remember that any time I needed ANYTHING I could call on a sister and they would be there immediately.
So, I’m telling you this story to explain that these experiences are the ones that really matter. Yes, I love music. Yes, I love serving the bands. Yes, I love being president of an awesome organization. Yes, I love all of the important things we do that allow us to function. But, what I love the absolute most is just being a sister in a sorority that is truly a family to me.