My dad pledged Galaxy in 1979. As a child, I can remember hearing stories about club friends, club intramural teams and crazy club adventures. Frequently when I’m talking about friends I’ve made at ACU, my dad mentions he was in club with their dad.

My mom, on the other hand, decided not to pledge during her years at ACU, putting me in a tricky situation.

You see, my father has no sons to carry on the Bailey legacy, and I’m his last daughter to attend ACU. So what’s a girl in my situation supposed to do?

Women’s clubs are great, but they don’t provide the family history I’m yearning for.

A large part of pledging social clubs is carrying on a family tradition, but because of pledging rules about gender, I’m unable to take the Galaxy torch from my father and pass it on to one of my children.

I realized this fact over the summer – when I had a lot of time on my hands for thinking – and I immediately decided that in some way, somehow, I would become a Moonie.

I thought this year was my year. However, I was unable to attend any rushes, and I forgot to fill out the paperwork. But I thought, “Oh, well, I’m a legacy. They’ve got to let me in.”

When I didn’t receive a bid Thursday night, I knew I was wrong.

I have one more year before that torch burns out forever, so I’ve begun thinking of reasons why I’m qualified for Galaxy.

I only drank coffee out of my father’s Galaxy coffee mug over the summer, and I frequently shopped online for Polo shirts and Sperry shoes. I also spent four years running high school cross-country and the better part of my freshman year of college training for and running a marathon – all to prepare for Galaxy’s annual Kirk Goodwin Run.

I know receiving a bid from Galaxy would take a massive overhaul of the pledging system, but I’m still holding out hope that maybe someday, I’ll be a Moonie.