Anyone else remember their first tweet? Mine went something like this… “What is this? Twitter is stupid. I’m going back to Facebook.” I think I was most drawn to Facebook because of Mark Zuckerberg’s nerd-chic attractiveness and because who could tell a story in 140 characters? That was unheard of… to my 16-year-old self. However, I was a big fan of those cheesy Facebook survey notes.

Once you’ve been tagged, you have to answer this and tag 15 people, including the person who tagged you.

1. What color is your toothbrush?

Blue and toothpaste 

2. Name one person who made you smile today?

Jared

3. What were you doing at 8 am this morning?

In bed

4.What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Working on my website

5. What is your favorite candy bar?

Toss up between 3 Musketeers & Twix

… you get the idea.

I often asked myself why these were so fun to fill out and post to our wall. In my older, much wiser age of 22, I have found that these were the original tweets. They were our thoughts, and dreams, and mushy gossip of who has kissed who, thought you would never admit it, and what you ate for dinner. We love the fast information.

As my love for social media progressed, I used it mostly for sharing photographs of Sterling High School events I was photographing for The Cub yearbook. I liked that recognition from people seeing things through my eyes telling me that I was “really good at it.” Sure, I look back now and know that I was not near a great as people were telling me, but, then again, I am my own worst critic.

Upon graduation, I wondered if I would look back on the photographs and miss the experiences SHS had given me. I wondered if the friends I had were going to be with me the rest of my life like promised or if it would all just wash away with the next high tide that pulled us all to our futures. That’s exactly what happened. My high school memories washed away, and as soon as the path was dry and I knew there was no way of going back, I deleted my photos and my notes.

My tide floated me to Wichita State University, where I was given a journalism scholarship, hated it after a year, took a year of just general education classes to figure out what I wanted to do, changed my major, had to pay my scholarship back (thanks, Mom!), became the Delta Gamma PR queen, and a bunch of other college shenanigans. Like one time when I went out to lunch with my grandmother with a little last night’s puke in my hair. I promise, it’s not what it sounds like. It was a mixture of food poisoning (thanks Felipe’s) and alcohol. I stand firmly in the belief that I would not have puked at 11 p.m out the window of James Deckard’s suburban if I had not had a toxic margarita at the restaurant… because everyone else who had a marg also puked that night. You live and you learn. Also, thanks for the lift, James.   

College has provided me with a variety of activities that I have been involved in, and though my college career is going to pass the four year mark, I do feel like my time of doing “college activities” is coming to an end. In the spring I will graduate from my sorority and enter the world of Alumnas. This is fine by me, because saving $100 bucks a month with help my wallet as well as my closet. I will miss the constant rush of sisterly love, sunshine notes, Monday night Applebee’s half-priced apps, and, yes, even the community service. My heart is joyful that I was blessed with the opportunity in my life to meet such an amazing and motivational group of women that I am honored to call my sisters.

In just two short days I will pass the torch of Delta Gamma Director of Public Relations to a woman I was able to help on her journey to Delta Gamma. Brooke is a bright sole and creative heart. She sees the world differently, and I love that about her. I could not have asked for a better woman to fill my shoes and continue to represent DG in the best light, because… let’s be real… we deserve it.

I’ve been thinking for days about how I want to do my final send off as the PR person, but there is no way to describe my journey or my love for what I have provided my chapter. I guess I will just do what I know best, roll with it and see what happens, because I no longer think Twitter is a waste of time. 

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Please enjoy my Delta Upsilon Duck Queen Composite.