Melanie Zanona’s spot is the pantry at Alpha Chi Omega — “right next to the industrial size cereal boxes and liquid egg beaters,” says the political reporter for The Hill.
“The food closet, located off a back stairwell in the house, was a common gathering point for my group of friends in the sorority, whether for grabbing late-night munchies after Kam’s or making breakfast before a big final,” says Zanona (’10).
“I have spent countless hours sitting on those steps near the pantry, sharing giggles and One World pizza with my girlfriends, and talking about our hopes and dreams for the future until the wee hours of the morning.
“Living in the sorority house for a year was a bizarre yet beautiful experience, and the bonds and friendships I formed with my sorority sisters are still alive today.
“Thankfully, the ‘freshman 15’ pounds are not.”
