Xi Chapter News

  • Xi Chapter takes home Continuing Excellence Award from National Convention 2008 in Scottsdale, Arizona!

  • Xi Chapter’s House Corporation Board receives Award for Best Fundraising Convention at National Convent

           

  • Recent Xi alumna, Leslie Schacht, now working for Alpha Chi Omega Headquarters as a Chapter Consultant
  • A Kappa Kappa Gamma alumna writes about her daughter’s experience going through recruitment last fall and her decision to join Alpha Chi…  Too funny!  Read on for the article….
Big Wheels, Flat Tires and Alpha Chi’s
And they said, We saw certainly that the Lord was with thee:
and we said, Let there be now an oath betwixt us,
even betwixt us and thee,
and let us make a covenant with thee …
thou art now the blessed of the Lord.
— Genesis 26:28, 29b
             
            When I rode my dinosaur to college, I pledged a sorority, Kappa Kappa Gamma. Besides having the funniest skit during Rush Week, it was the house where I most felt I could be myself. Those were some of the happiest days of my life, and those friendships are among my most precious.
            As soon as I started having daughters, I started plotting. Naturally, if something blesses you, you think it’ll bless your kids. So I sang my old Kappa songs to them as lullabies, imprinting KKG into their DNA.
            I didn’t exactly wallpaper their rooms in owls, keys and fleurs-de-lis. But when they went off to college, yeah, you bet, I hoped they’d pledge KKG.
            Hah!
            The first one didn’t even go through rush.
            The second one pledged Alpha Chi Omega.
            So when the THIRD one came up to bat, this past week, I wakened up the echoes. Sisters within the bonds! Let’s pledge one for the Gipper!
            Several Kappa friends wrote letters for Eden, recommending her for membership. Rush Week began. I prayed:
            Oh, Lord, let Eden match up with the best house for her.
            Although I didn’t SAY so, I thought that would be KKG.
            But He KNEW that. Didn’t they have the nicest, prettiest, smartest girls? Weren’t they the B.M.O.C.’s (Big Mamas On Campus)? Didn’t they have the coziest-looking house, the best-looking alums … er … that is… .
            “Oh, Mom,” Eden exulted on the phone. “I know which one I want! I felt I could be MYSELF there! They had the FUNNIEST SKIT!!!”
            My buttons were popping off my chest.
            “I want to be … an ALPHA CHI OMEGA!!!!!!”
            You know the sound the Macy’s Parade balloons make, when they pull the plugs on them when it’s all over? That would be me. Sssssssssssssss… .
            “Oh, Honey, that’s WON-derful,” I lied. “I’m so HAPPY for you!”
            I hung up. That was her sister Neely’s choice. Great house.
            But dang! Another non-KKG!?! My face fell into Richard Nixon’s black Watergate scowl.
            I slunk to the car to run an errand.
            Geez, Lord. One little thing I asked! Didn’t You HEAR me? I’ve been good! I haven’t stolen, murdered or worshipped any idols all week. Except … of course … for idolizing Kappa Kappa Gamma.
            Gulp.
            Ohhhhhh.
            Well… .
            I sped up on the Interstate, still brooding.
            We only know ONE other family with a daughter in A Chi O!
            What’s up with THAT, Lord?!?
            What are You THINKING, putting her with all those STRANGERS?!?
            I took the exit ramp off the Interstate and stopped at the light. A white SUV practically rear-ended me, then whipped over to the side. I gave the driver a Raised-Eyebrow Maniac Assessment Stare.
            He pointed frantically:
            “DID YOU KNOW YOUR RIGHT REAR TIRE IS COMPLETELY FLAT?!?!?!?”
            Hunhhh? My jaw dropped.
            “Is that YOU, Greg?!?!”
            It was the only other parent of an Alpha Chi Omega that I knew in the entire state … in the country . . in the universe!!!
            I was more amazed by that, than by the Tire Pudding under my right rear wheel.
            Graciously, Greg led me to the nearest fix-it shop. As I flopped along behind him, I got a little teary-eyed.
            Lord, of course You know better than I do what’s best for Eden. Thank you for allowing the flat tire and sending Greg to make that point so clear. I’m sorry I got so pumped up with pride that I forgot to trust You!
            Greg left. The spare went on fine. I got back on the road, smiling now.
           
            Only 11 more years ‘til Maddy goes through Rush. One more chance for KKG! If that’s how God’s going to bless her, I might as well help! Wonder if the paint store sells owl, key and fleur-de-lis wallpaper… .  †