During the whole first semester my friends and I found ourselves being conscious of our actions when we went out because “sorority girls” were watching. Facebook friends were deleted, pictures and recommendations we’re all sent in to the sororities of our choice. But was it really our choice? Rush week was easily one of the most hectic and hellish weeks I’ve even been put through. I had no idea that I would be put in as many awkward situations as I was during that week. I dreaded going into houses that I didn’t want, and I knew didn’t want me. Every day when we showed up to rush trying to look better than the girl next to us, I felt uncomfortable. I asked myself who would invent such a tedious and oftentimes disheartening process? It doesn’t seem fair or realistic for people to judge us based on rumors or just what they read on paper. What makes those girls who are already in houses better than me? It’s a vicious process that is supposed to have everyone end up “where they’re supposed to be”. I guess I can attest to that, but can’t help but wonder if the process can ever come less vicious and unethical? Or will the cycle continue to go on? I know what I would do in my perfect world…
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I know how you feel. Finally got to the point where I couldn't help but to cry. I believe though that the process has brought you closer to your other sisters because you all went through it together. Yeah COBing would have been a lot easier, but I think it takes away from the whole experience. I think you also learn something about yourself and how to act in awkward situations.
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