What broke my day: Well, what broke my weekend was Rush. If you don't know what that is, let me explain. Rush is a term used when you are trying to get into a fraternity/sorority. I've never thought of myself as a sorostitute, but I knew that if I didn't at least try getting into a sorority, then I would regret it for the rest of my life. I went in with the thought that if I didn't like it, and I was expecting that I wouldn't, I would quit, and no harm done. Now I really like it, but I hate the formal recruitment part. It all started Friday night, I had class from 2:30 to 5:30, and then Rush started at 5:30 and went until 11:30 that night. I hadn't eaten in over 8 hours, so by the time I got back to my dorm, and ordered food I was famished. They had a food round, but everyone knows that eating in front of a stick-thin sorority girl is a no-no. I got to bed around 1, but had to be dressed, adorable, and amazing by 8 a.m. and the day lasted until 7 p.m. Sunday was the same deal. Ridiculous. They have us trudging all over campus without food, in the hot sun for hours. Your are tired, hungry, your feet hurt, your makeup is melting off your face, your cheeks hurt from smiling, your grumpy, and insecure. I mean, they are judging you on your appearance and personality and all, and you want nothing more than to be accepted. It really does suck, and I thought I would hate it, but for some odd reason, I don't. I mean, I'm guaranteed a bid, and if I can get the one house I don't like to drop me before the last round, I'm joining a sorority. I could go on for hours about the negatives and go into detail about how crazy this whole formal recruitment thing is, but I don't think the world is ready for that.
What made my day: Rushing. Okay, this is a two-fer day. I thought I wouldn't like joining a sorority when I started rushing, and I still wasn't even sure after the first round had finished. And yes, my heart sunk when I found out that only 5 houses (I wasn't counting the one house I absolutely hate!) wanted me back for the second round when other girls were getting back into 11. But then I realized that for the most part I got the houses I really wanted. During the second round I figured out that I really did like the idea of a sisterhood, and the opportunities that I could receive by joining one. I also really like the idea that the house becomes a sort of home. I get homesick really easily, and I want to go to a place that someone will always be there to support me, and that feels like a home. I actually really like the girls, and the fact that I have already made new friends throughout this experience. As a sophomore I know who I am, and who I want to be, making me more confident in my decision making. I know that most people think sororities are full of whores who drink and can't think. But that's not true. Some of these girls are engineers, future teachers, nurses, and medical professionals. These girls are smart, and they look out for their own (some even have a program where they pay for tutors if a girl needs them), and for the most part they have good hearts. Their philanthropies are great, (the houses I want to join support Autism, (which is very near and dear to my heart thanks to a precious little girl named Eleisa), Riley Children's hospital, and the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation) and they put a lot of effort into making a difference. They are based on morals, scholarship, and making a difference. And If I do decide to join one, I will be proud.
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