4 Things We Forget To Thank Our Sisters For


I’ve become a pro at thanking people over the past couple years. It’s a necessary requirement if you want to be regarded as a decent person while still being a complete shit show, a lifestyle combination I believe I am close to perfecting. Many a morning begins with a “Hey thanks for taking care of me last night, I’m sorry I got so bad omg” text to at least one of my sisters, and I’ve received quite a few messages like that myself. We don’t forget to thank our sisters for holding our hair back, or going on an alcohol run when we are stuck in class, but we do forget to thank them for what some people might consider the “more important” aspects of friendship.

Thank you for being boss-ass study buddies.

We’ve all been in the position where we are stuck at the lib until the sun rises. I truly don’t believe I would have made it through some of those nights if it weren’t for my sisters. So here is a huge thank you to the girls who are trapped in the study rooms with me. Thank you for getting up to get *another* coffee with me. Thank you for sharing a giant plate of fries with me at 2 a.m. Thank you for making me laugh and attempting to raise moral on hour 12 of studying. And last but certainly not least, thank you for pretending you really need to read this chapter before you go to sleep — I know you’re lying just so I don’t have to be here alone, and I appreciate it more than I could ever tell you.

Thank you for being inspiring people.

Only a fellow sorority woman can truly understand the way society often looks down at us. They ignore the women who have gone on to do great things and instead focus on every aspect of sorority life that gives us a bad name. Hell yes I love to go out, but that’s not exactly the only thing on my agenda. So here’s a big thank you to my sorority sisters for not being the unmotivated, party-going bitches I’d always heard you would be. Thanks for being my best friends in the whole world. Thanks for pursuing doctorate and engineering and law degrees, among many others. Thanks for being in student government, involved in academic clubs and fraternities and having kick-ass internships. Thanks for being genuinely kind and ambitious people, because you all are the reason that I push myself to reach my goals as well.

Thank you for being my boyfriend.

Sometimes the line between sorority sister and boyfriend can be really fuzzy. If you think about it, the job requirements for both are basically the same. We buy each other booze. We dance together in the bars when sketchy guys are hitting on us. We complain to each other about all of our problems. We go on dinner dates, bring each other to doctor’s appointments, and sleep in the same bed. The list goes on and on. But most importantly, this is thanks for the times that my sisters have arrived at my door, bearing ice cream or pizza, and cuddling with me while I cried about the real boyfriend who broke my heart. Boyfriends will come and go, but sister-boyfriends are forever.

And finally, thank you for letting me be myself and still loving me for it.

As I’ve mentioned a few times, I can be a shambly mess. I love nothing more than to down an entire bottle of wine before hitting the bars and seeing how many guys I can get to buy me more drinks. But I’m also a giant nerd. I’m an honors student with aspirations of going to law school. For every night I’ve fallen asleep in some frat guy’s bed, there’s a night that I’ve fallen asleep at the lib. So my biggest thank you to my sisters is for accepting both sides of me, for not requiring that I have different sets of friends for the very different aspects of my life. The same girls who pull all-nighters with me are the ones dancing on tables with me the next night. We share past semesters’ exams during the day and the most recent additions to our closets at night. I constantly feel comfortable around my sisters, no matter what the situation, and that is something that I won’t ever be able to thank them enough for.

It may be easy to say thanks for helping me out when my card gets declined at Chipotle, but it’s much harder to find the words to say thanks for being real friends. So here’s to all my sisters. I’m sorry that I’ll probably still forget to thank you in person.

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