THE SORORITY POSE

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This Integrate model-type stance should not be attempted by just anyone. No, this precarious maneuver of skinny arms, perfect angles, and batting eyelashes is only achieved by the most talented of fraternity sisters. Let’s begin with the “skinny arm.” The hand and arm should be at a 90 degree angle with the hip. This drops the shoulder, creating a longer neck and more prominent collar bone. Next is the “angle.” Turn the body slightly sideways and face the camera head on.


Lastly, but most importantly, smileJ Wait! Do not smile too big, or you will just look ridiculous (this is a direct quote). The gums are not invited to this party.  Instead, bat the eyelashes slightly and grin with a modest amount of parent-purchased white teeth.


And there you have it. Please refer to attached photos for further illustrations and directions.
Smile on, AGD!


Happy Birthday Mallory

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Believing hear, what you deserve to hear:
Your birthday as my own to me is dear...
But yours gives most; for mine did only lend
Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.
                                                               ~Martial
We love you, Mal-Mal.



An average morning in the life of a 40 year old college student

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 Most working women wake up in the morning to the soft musical ramblings of their alarm clocks. I am not most women. Instead, I’m startled awake by my howling beagle, Jasper, hours before my alarm is set to go off. So, like any sane individual, I leap from bed, hit my hip against the bar on my way through the kitchen, yank open the back door, and scream, “You better shut your mouth!” I can’t see Jasper in the dark, but I can visualize him impatiently tapping his paw for me to leave so he can commence his bellowing. I repeat this exercise twice. The third time his infuriating bark jerks me into consciousness, it's daylight. Again, I go to the door, yank it open, and holler, “Jasper, shut your mouth!” I wave his bark collar at him in warning. I swear he smiles at this. The sprinklers are running by this point, and he knows nothing short of a pot of gold would cause me to cross through it. I love him sooo much.