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I didn’t realize what JLC meant to me when I pledged. I had a boyfriend who really wasn’t right for me, and I went though all the requirements and pledge meetings really bitter. I honestly wasn’t very happy, and I didn’t really know who I was. During pledging I constantly thought about de-pledging. It might have been because my boyfriend wasn’t that supportive of it, or because of the stress and all nighters, or it might have been the commitment. After pledging, my boyfriend and I broke up, and I realized that I wasn’t as connected to my friends as I thought I was. I realized that being a closed person towards my closest friends actually pushed them away. I saw all my psibs happy with each other. Everyone made their little connections and all their inside jokes, and I didn’t feel a part of that. I guess on the outside it seemed like I loved JLC and all, but I struggled calling my mommas “momma”

After all the ups & downs I’ve been through this past year, I’d like to say that JLC has seen me at my best and worst, but that would be a lie. But I can honestly say this: I’ve come close to spilling my guts a few select people, and honestly, that’s saying a lot. I trust these people, I accept them for who they are, and I really can’t imagine having another pledge class- another family.

Ultimately, I think JLC gives me a sense of belonging. As I find myself being less and less connected with AphiO, I feel like JLC still makes me happy. Everyone makes me smile and laugh. These people inspire me. I find comfort knowing that these people will stick up for me and protect me. It’s nice knowing that one year later, those who are still active are still close, and I appreciate it. I still feel the love, and I’m so proud to be a part of the pledge class called JLC.

To my two mommas: I know it couldn’t have been easy, but you guys raised 65 amazing kiddos. Mama Maritza, you really do inspire me. You’ve done so much, and I really hope to accomplish as much as you one day, or just strive to be more involved on campus. & Momma Shelsy, my PE, I remember my trick to remembering that you were PE was because you seemed like more of a teacher, but ultimately, you’re more like a mother. You’re super caring & super loving, and I can’t speak for everyone, but I feel like you give each one of your kiddos their own personal attention, and that’s all I could ask for in a pledge class so huge. I appreciate that so much, really.

JLC 65 Strong, One Year Strong

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