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eah, I know I got it going on, and even with all the eyes rolling my way, I'm not gonna feel bad about that. My almond-toned skin is glazed to perfection. My five-foot-seven body is slim in all the right places, and I know how to work it. Every guy at this Student Government Association back-to-school party is checking me out, including the fine, commanding SGA president, Al Dutch.
Al Dutchâyes, he wants everyone to use his whole name all the time, saying he plans to run for a political office one day, and we need to remember himâis a ladies' man. He looks, walks, and talks like money! You know the typeâthe one who's confident, cocky, and always has the smile of a future heir plastered on his face. The no-worry, got-much-loot look in his eyes. His skin glows like he has slept on the best satin sheets and used the finest body oils all his life. All the men wanna be him. All the girls wanna be with him. And all the ladies in the room saw him checking me out. Heck, yeah. It was game time; I was flirting hard.
Western Smith was your typical college, rich in history in our great state of Arkansas. We had everything at our disposal: a good football team, excellent academics fit for intelligent men and women, an amazing Greek life, cultural campus events, and even the place where I fit in mostâthe band.
I was drum major my sophomore year. Now that I was a junior, I had switched gears and was going to be doing something different. I was now captain of the dance team. One would think my life was perfect, but my reputation wasn't the best. Though I didn't care what people thought or said about me, I knew I wanted to make the line of Beta Gamma Pi. Three years ago when I'd first come to college and was at a probate show, I'd seen the girls stepping, and I knew I really wanted to be a Beta. Plus, their sorors in my hometown of Natchez, Mississippi, had helped get me through my preteen and teen years. Because they had cared, I wanted to do the same for someone else and become a Beta. Their scholarship was why I was in school today.
In high school, I had researched the sorority. I found newspaper clippings of where the five founders had started the group on this campus back in 1919. I'd even taken a tour of the National Headquarters about thirty miles from campus. The more I'd looked into what the Betas were all aboutâleadership, sisterhood, education, Christianity, and public serviceâI knew four out of five of their mission points were dear to my heart as well (the whole God thing wasn't really for me). But I knew to be a Beta, I had to either clean up my act and hope they would vote me in or cancel my dream altogether.