The best and worst part of being in a sorority is weekly chapter meetings. While there is nothing I love more than dressing up like a classy business woman and seeing all my friends, I could do without the girls asking stupid questions and wasting time that I could be using to watch Hart of Dixie on Netflix. My sorority gives out a weekly sash and tiara to the girl who is voted best dressed by our parliamentarian. Every week, I show up to chapter, positive that it is my week to win. However, apparently, it is never my week to win. I follow all the dress codes, always wear my pin, and am always showered with compliments upon my arrival, but none of it is good enough for the tiara. This week I wore a J Crew button down with gem neckline and a J Crew, magenta pencil skirt with matching magenta, pointed heels, and even a Lilly Pulitzer bow in the Delta Zeta pattern just to suck up. But of course, I did not win. When your bow, lips, skirt, shoes, and purse match flawlessly, you should be awarded for your success. Instead, I am simply medicated for my OCD. Sometimes things are unfair.
