It is hard to disband a sisterhood after laughing, crying, singing, growing, dancing, and facing our fears together. In an effort to keep our ties strong despite the impending reality of our disparate locations, we turned to our trusty talisman, The Shirt. It was decreed that we would become a Sisterhood of the Traveling Shirt. We all signed it, and compiled a list of addresses. Upon receiving it, each sister would take a photograph of herself wearing the shirt, write in a journal that would accompany it, and include a token from her current location before sending it to the next person on the list. The shirt would start with Eliza, the finder and flag-bearer. I am happy to report that according to Facebook, the shirt has currently found its way to our Jen Chen, who is embarking on her first semester at Yale. Our sisterhood, and the legacy of Joie Armstrong, endures.