How I Became an Elderly Sorority Sister

In 1993, my life took an unexpected and profound turn when I broke off my engagement, a decision that, while difficult, ultimately led to a pivotal moment of self-discovery. The emotional toll was immense, and I experienced a nervous breakdown that forced me to confront aspects of my life I had long ignored. During this difficult period, I understood that remaining a teacher in the small town where my resentful ex-fiancée resided was no longer feasible. Determined to start anew and find a new path, I boldly resigned from my teaching position to pursue a master's degree. I saw this change as an opportunity to reconstruct my life, redefine my ambitions, and welcome the potential for personal growth and healing.

During that summer, I relocated from my modest house to a one-bedroom apartment in Vermillion, a building that used to serve as a motel. The adjustment was challenging since my house was situated in a tiny town, whereas the apartment lay on the outskirts of a small city. Residing in a former motel required me to get used to an unconventional layout – compact yet surprisingly efficient – which fostered simplicity and a mindful approach to daily life. Vermillion’s lively streets and vibrant college atmosphere provided a welcome contrast to my previous way of living, giving me the chance to explore eclectic shops and cozy local cafés. That summer marked more than just an address change; it was a time of embracing new beginnings and forming fresh memories in a place where history and modernism harmoniously coexist.

Eager to meet new friends and immerse myself in a vibrant community, I decided to audition for a local production of Guys & Dolls at a charming little theater by Lake Yankton. Performing in this traditional musical not only allowed me to explore my passion for the arts but also served as a wonderful bridge into a new social circle. The cozy setting, surrounded by water and lush greenery, created a magical atmosphere that made rehearsals and performances feel even more special. Through shared practices, late-night run-throughs, and post-show celebrations, I bonded deeply with fellow cast members, forging friendships that extended beyond the stage. This theatrical experience became more than just a creative outlet—it was a transformative journey that began to heal my mind and spirit.

Before the school semester began, I had applied for a position as a teacher assistant in the University of South Dakota English Department, hoping to gain valuable experience and deepen my understanding of the subject. Unfortunately, I soon learned that there were no assistant positions available for the first semester. Not only was this disappointing, but it meant I needed to find a job before I spent my last teaching paycheck. Determined to find an evening job that wouldn’t interfere with my studies, I carefully searched for opportunities that offered flexible hours. After applying to several places, I landed a job at a local bar, which turned out to be an ideal fit. Working evenings enabled me to attend my classes during the day, and the atmosphere at the bar provided a way to unwind. This job helped alleviate my financial concerns but made it challenging to keep up with my studies. Therefore, I was thrilled to receive the news that I had been selected for a teacher assistant position for my second semester, allowing me to quit working at the bar.

Working as a teacher assistant promised both valuable experience and personal growth. To help prepare me for the new challenge, I attended an orientation session led by Sally Hansen. During the orientation, Sally provided clear insights into my responsibilities as a teacher assistant, emphasizing the importance of effective communication, organization, and supporting both students and faculty. She also shared practical tips on the curriculum, which made me feel confident and prepared to take on this new role. The session was not only informative but also inspiring, fueling my enthusiasm to contribute meaningfully to the academic community and make a positive difference in the classroom.

Over Christmas break, I found myself nervously setting up my office in the old Chi Omega house, the historic yet slightly weathered building that served as our workspace. The creaky wooden floors and vintage charm of the house created an atmosphere that was both welcoming and intimidating. As I walked through the front door, clutching a box of teaching supplies, I was met with the curious eyes of my new colleagues – seasoned TAs and graduate students who seemed to know the ins and outs of this academic world far better than I did. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and anxiety, wondering how I would measure up and contribute in this new environment. Yet, as conversations sparked and laughter echoed through the cozy offices, I began to feel a sense of camaraderie blossoming, turning those initial jitters into a hopeful anticipation for the journey ahead.

I quickly developed a close friendship with Deanna and Stephanie, whose kindness and passion made working together truly enjoyable. Having already taught a semester, they generously offered a vast array of creative teaching ideas and techniques for freshman writing, helping me gain a new perspective on the subject. Deanna introduced me to dynamic brainstorming methods that encouraged students to draw from their own experiences, resulting in essays that felt more genuine and engaging. Meanwhile, Stephanie shared her straw man outlining approach and peer review procedures, which aimed to create a more interactive and supportive atmosphere for writing. Their inventive strategies not only improved my teaching practices but also motivated me to design lessons that made writing fun and accessible even for the most hesitant freshmen. As our friendship grew, I quickly became comfortable in my new role.

As I left the office on my first day of teaching, I encountered a lively group of sorority sisters whose laughter and chatter filled the walkway with vibrant energy. Clad in coordinated sweatshirts featuring Greek letters, they moved as a united group, radiating youthful companionship. This scene was a vivid reminder of the thriving Greek life just beyond the university's academic buildings – a community rich in social connections, traditions, and spirited events. I felt considerably older than them and found myself assuming the role of an outsider and curious spectator, intrigued by their enthusiasm and pondering the stories behind their smiling faces and close-knit friendships.

When I later asked other TAs why our office was in the old Chi Omega house on Sorority Lane, I was met with a plethora of intriguing rumors that only fueled my curiosity. The building, once a lively center of sorority activities, had been converted for administrative purposes, yet it seemed that the house still clung to its former identity. I encountered several rumors about its past – some claimed the house had been shut down due to prostitution, while others murmured about a gruesome murder involving the house mother. Although I didn’t take these legends seriously, they certainly added an intriguing layer to my work environment.

Surrounded by mostly women in our Chi Omega house turned office, I often felt like an elder sorority sister recalling bygone days. The familiar sounds of laughter, conversation, and the subtle customs of sisterhood created a warm, nostalgic mood. Since we all had keys to the building, we frequently held late-night study gatherings, much like the sorority members of old, spending many hours forging close bonds inside the house. Having completed my undergraduate studies at Mount Marty, a private institution without Greek life, my time in the Chi Omega setting gave me a unique opportunity to glimpse that experience firsthand.

By my third semester in the office, I had evolved from a mere teacher assistant to an essential leader within the community. The old Chi Omega house, rich with history and whispered rumors, transformed into more than just a place of work; it became a space where friendships blossomed, and I uncovered new aspects of my identity. I welcomed the sorority's spirited energy, the kindness of my coworkers, and the rewarding challenge of encouraging freshmen to express themselves. When the semester ended, I understood that this experience had provided me with more than professional expertise; it had healed my mind and soul by creating a sense of belonging and a treasure trove of memories I would hold dearly long after the final essay was submitted. Leaving that house for the last time, I acknowledged that my past and present had combined to influence the person I was becoming: prepared, confident, and ready for the future.