I didn’t think I could top the memories I have of Homecoming 2009.

This time last year, I was rushing around campus and Bowling Green for activities as a Homecoming queen candidate. I was enjoying my position as the features editor of the Herald. And I was on a journey to Delta.

Just a few weeks before, I met 11 young women who shared the journey with me. Some of them were unfamiliar faces, but now, after almost a year, I am proud to call them my sorors, the Greek term for “sister.”

This year, the Eta Zeta chapter of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority is celebrating its 40th anniversary.

I can’t imagine how I’ll feel once Delta alumni show up in droves or as I sit on the edge of my seat to see if we’ll take home the step show trophy for the fourth year. But I can bet the feeling will supersede all of my expectations.

I’m excited, to say the least. Not only is this a chance to impact Bowling Green through more community service, but I’ll have the chance to get to know all of the women who made Delta possible for me on this campus.

Many may not realize the attachment one can gain to their Greek organization. But I think about the challenges my founders had to overcome in 1913, during a period when women and black Americans were treated as second-class citizens. When I reflect on their struggles and how we’ve successfully continued what they started, the pride becomes unmistakably clear.

I look forward to Homecoming 2010 for other reasons, as well. One of my dearest friends, Kenesha Cook, is standing in the same shoes I was last year. I support her 100 percent and know she deserves the crown.

Also, the Herald and Talisman, both of which I’ve had the privilege of working for, are celebrating their 60th annual Homecoming breakfast.

Here I am, approaching five years on the Hill, and my excitement surrounding Homecoming has not faltered.

In the season of Thanksgiving, I have so much to appreciate. Though it may not come up as often, my university is one major thing I am thankful for.

It has given me tremendous opportunities for growth and provided the greatest aspects of everything I love — journalism, service and friendship.

So I’m anticipating the memories. I will smile with sincerity as I shake hands with journalism school alumni and listen to stories of their time in the old offices.

I will cheer for Kenesha and all of the other nominees as I see them walk proudly down the 50-yard line, remembering how rewarding it felt.  And I’ll speak with conviction during my presidential welcome to my sorors — my mother, charter members and line sisters among them — and take pride in being an active part of something much bigger than myself.

I will remember that WKU is a gift. And that the memories will only get better with time.