by Gloria Cowdin

For four years now, the word I’ve heard most is “sisterhood.” We all talk about its strength and closeness and kindness and acceptance, but how exactly does one define this amorphous and omnipresent “sisterhood”? Well, I’ve been giving it a lot of thought lately, and here’s what I’ve come up with…

Sisterhood is the smiles in the hallway from ten different people between classes; it’s the awkward but memorable advisory parties; it’s the girl who sends you the notes from a class you missed; it’s someone holding a door open when you’re dragging four bags of food inside; it’s when your class sings “It’s a Party at STA” as loudly as they can; it’s the wildly loud cheers at sports games; it’s the two slices of Waldo Pizza for a dollar; it’s candy from every administrative office and sneaking food from the teachers’ lounge after school (sorry, y’all); it’s driving the five minutes to school (and still being late) with my carpool every morning; it’s seeing my actual sister in the halls and at lunch; it’s knowing that she, and my 550 other sisters, are always there for me, on good days and bad; it’s the combination of every experience I’ve had here and the knowledge that even though I won’t be part of the sisterhood next year, it will always be a part of me.