Friday night, the girl attended a lock-in sleepover at the Kappa Delta house at UVa. When she returned, she was a bonafide sorority girl, complete with a bow adorning her perky ponytail.
We joked that the Kappa Delta girls just wanted to enslave a bunch of 6th graders for the weekend; that they needed servers for a party they were having or needed the sorority house cleaned, but no — turns out a bunch of nice college girls wanted to do something nice for a group of Girl Scouts.
So my kid who went off to UVa, very emo and nonconformist, returned morphed into a friendship bracelet-making future pledge.
I am the mother of a sorority girl.