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The New Lana


I will never forget this conversation with my mom last year. She said “I like this new Lana, you seem happier.” It came out of nowhere but really encompassed how I was feeling. This was about one month into my acceptance into Bruin Belles, and I knew that it was the reason for my newfound optimism. In my first two years at UCLA, I joined a sorority hoping to find a community to belong to on such a big campus. Even though I had a great experience there, something was missing. When I had heard about Bruin Belles at the end of my second year, I was so excited to apply! It sounded like a great, service-oriented community. Bruin Belles has turned out to be so much more than just an organization- it became my home.

Bruin Belles has made me a better student, professional, friend, leader and just overall a better person. I have had the honor of meeting absolutely radiant women of different backgrounds and majors who truly inspire and support me everyday. I remember being at Open House as an applicant and thinking this is too good to be true, but when you have such a fantastic group of people it just works. In other organizations, I would treat meetings like chores, feeling unexcited but forced to attend. Surprisingly, Belles meeting is usually the highlight of my week! I’ve learned so much in Belles, about myself and my community. My only regret is not joining sooner! I am so so grateful and proud of my home in Bruin Belles! I definitely became a new, happier Lana.


Lana Homsi
Distinguished Belle






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