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ENG 405
19 September 2022
I have loved words for as long as I can remember. I loved speaking them, hearing them,
reading them, and especially writing them. Since I was a child, I have been absolutely awestruck
at not only all the qualities of words: synonyms; antonyms; connotations (implied meaning); but
I think the part about words that has always been so compelling to me is the powers they hold.
When I read, words had the power to sweep me away to magical places with creatures and
adventures not even imaginable in this life; they had the power to make someone else feel warm
and fulfilled or (unfortunately so) less than, insecure. How was it that something existed with so
much potential to impact and influence, from someone’s actions to someone’s emotions? I knew
from a young age that I wanted to harness the power of words and use it for good: to help others,
to motivate people, to build confidence and ability in places it seems possible for them to exist.
My love for words came from two places: I was an early reader and writer, and the
second came from my dad. My dad’s job consists of managing and leading several people in
very stressful situations, and much of my childhood was spent being hushed in the back of my
dad’s truck on the way to ballgames. My dad’s ringtone from my childhood is burned into my
brain, and I spent probably countless hours overall listening to conversations about the Ford
truck plant and car parts (I still do to this day). What stood to me the most though and still does,
is how the words and language my dad uses are chosen very carefully based on situation and
person. I learned from a very young age in listening to my dad that the way you talk to others
matters, and that some situations and people call for different communication styles.
In the past two years, I have harnessed the power of words for good in leadership
positions. I served my sorority as the member educator, which essentially acts as a guide for new
members during what is a difficult process. During this experience, I became very literate in the
art of knowing how to cater my communication style to different individual’s needs. One of my
new members was very shy; it almost came across as though she was uninterested. I was
particularly concerned about her following a sisterhood event in which we all watched an
intramural volleyball game together; Cari did not speak to anyone. Even if someone tried talking
to her, she did not give much of a response; and her expression exposed what I thought was
disinterest. Luckily, that night of the intramural game the new members had a survey due where
they report on how they are feeling. Cari opened up in the survey that she was really struggling
to enjoy the sorority, partially because of her shyness; she felt like everyone around her was
having such an easy time getting acclimated, and that something had to be wrong with her for not
feeling the same way or being able to be so extroverted. I did not know Cari too well at the time,
but I knew I had to use my communication skills to try and help where I could. I was feeling
pretty nervous to call Cari as I assumed she would not vocalize much over the phone, but I took a
leap and hopped on the phone call anyway. I spent probably twenty minutes but what felt like
hours talking to Cari, and I was completely transparent with her in that what she was feeling was
normal. I talked her ear off about how my new member experience was not particularly
enjoyable either, but it is because people expect that you join a sorority and immediately have 80
best friends and that is not how real life or relationships work. Cari maybe spoke three words
during that whole phone call, and after hanging up I really just prayed that what I said made a
difference.
Months later in a chapter meeting, Cari was describing her new member process and
mentions that the phone call I made to her that day made her stay; and it was and will be forever
the moment she learned to love Kappa Delta. I did not realize it when I made those surveys, but
having those as an option made a real difference for people who do not communicate so
extrovertedly. I did not realize it at the time, but Cari just needed someone to talk her through it
That story may sound pretty profound and heartwarming, but believe me: I have had
plenty of moments where I misread the communication someone needed pretty badly. I currently
serve as the President of the sorority, and several times I have either been too transparently
honest with someone who did not need it or not honest enough with someone who did. Plenty of
times I have chosen the wrong tone of voice or the wrong words for a specific person, but plenty
of times I have chosen the right ones and made all the difference.
It took time, advice, effort, and lots and lots of mistakes before I felt literate in leading
my members and being able to communicate with them well. It took listening to my dad a
million times in the back of his truck when all I wanted to do instead was listen to Taylor Swift;
but most of all, it takes knowing the people you are leading and knowing them well. It takes
caring about them and about using the power of words for good to become literate in motivating
others.