....it was Kat's alarm clock going off. (Sorry, I had to!)

The noise petrified me because for a split second I'd thought it had been my phone ringing, but as Kat rolled over and turned off the alarm, we both realized what this meant, and we smiled at each other.

It was 8:00. Neither of us had been called. We both had bids.

I should add that I knew exactly who my bid was from, but I still hadn't told Kat about my decision to suicide, so I kept my mouth shut as I silently began bursting with Piano pride. I'd made it. I was a Piano. It was over. I was struck with the realization that in a couple of hours, Kat and I would be sisters if she got her first choice. I was beyond excited.

We made our way to the bid distribution location and watched as our Pi Chis took off their bulky sweatshirts to reveal their letters underneath. My Pi Chi was a Violin. I felt another pang of regret for not listing them on my preferences, but it didn't matter much now. I was a Piano.

Unfortunately this moment won't be as climactic and intense as it is in most recruitment stories - sorry. :( I'll just tell it like it is - they handed us sealed bids and counted backwards from ten. When they reached one, high-pitched squeals began erupting all around me. I tore open my bid, saw the Piano letters I was expecting, and took off running in the direction of my new home.

When I got to the house, I stopped to catch my breath and heard my name being called simultaneously by two different voices coming from behind me. I turned around to see Kat and Amy standing there. We attacked each other in a massive three-way hug. We were Piano sisters.

Now, would anyone like to know Piano's secret identity.....??

hooray!!!!

please tell us which sorority Piano is.

That's nice that you all pledged Piano. Congrats! Now finish up.:D

I'm sorry, I'm sorry! :( :( :(

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Kappa Kappa Gamma!!!!

I should add as a disclaimer that I would never ever EVER recommend suiciding to ANY pnm. I consider myself extremely blessed that in my case it worked out, because it usually leads to disappointment. On top of that, most schools (including my own) prevent a pnm from getting a "snap bid" or participating in COB if she didn't maximize her preferences. The cons FAR outweigh the pros. I know I probably sound hypocritical considering I did it myself, but....just don't do it.

Good points. Glad it worked out for you and Kappa!

Ah, yes, if it's the poem I think it is, I believe that it IS attributed to a Kappa. I really hate the poem, though, because the ultimate message is that the woman is happy once she lands a man.

I've noticed that too. It's a little disappointing but I think the poem as a whole is still fabulous. Still makes me teary-eyed...

What is Kappa?
If it’s really anything at all,
Kappa Kappa Gamma is not:
a fleur-de-lis,
national conventions,
monogrammed rings,
worn-out songs,
by-laws,
membership standards,
or a golden key.
And it is not:
an institution,
a creed,
a legacy,
an obligation,
or a way of life.
And if you’re going to insist that it is something, Kappa is:
Moving in for the first time and slowly learning that the beautiful people have fat legs and use mouthwash, and wear last year’s coats.
Sitting next to an alumna you don’t particularly like and being nice to her because it means something to her.
Long, tired eternities of black coffee and exam snacks, when you still can’t remember the Renaissance architects or the mossy taproot system.
Borrowing a skirt from Dina, and a blouse from Kristyn, and shoes from Jen and a scarf from Heather and coat from Jackie, and passing it all off as your own.
Sitting on the back steps and listening with all your helplessness because she’s lost and she’s lonely, and it seems the whole world just fell into ugly pieces.
And it’s coming in very late one night and closing the door to tell someone who’s seen you through the hardest years of your life that you’re happy now and you’re getting married.
And Kappa is, I suppose, a kind of evolution.
You grow up inside these elegant walls.
And, perhaps you do learn more of this grizzly, ungraceful circus we call life than if you had lived somewhere else.
You learn that a football player is sometimes just shoulder pads, and that skinny arms sometimes hide a great man.
You learn that no matter where you came from, of who took you there, you’ve still got to find that one small place that belongs to you, by yourself.
You learn that there’s still a lot left to believe in and a whole lot more to hope for.
You learn that love has never been easy and that it’s a long time coming.
And if you’re smart, or very lucky, you learn that no matter how big or how messy the world becomes, what is precious and what is permanent is always the same.
And in the very end, Kappa can only be a better way to stumble down the back steps and out
the front door
”

So I'm curious - what was the really unusual pet? Or did I miss that reveal in and among all the cat loving/cat hating debate?

What were the other Chapters?

I loved your story!! I am really curious to know the unusual pet that was flute's mascot, though. Lol.

I have to agree- one of the more entertaining recruitment stories that I've read on here. Congrats to you and Kappa- I have a cousin who is one at Wake.

I don't know; I've never heard that one, but honestly so many of these poems have been readjusted to fit other groups that tracing it back to the original is tough unless you have the authors name attached.

I guess that's why it surprises this outsider a little. If people with some recruitment experience know that the same poem tends to get used in many chapters, why risk that your PNM will hear it somewhere else and, at the least, do a double take? Why not have something that's yours? I can see liking to mix it up some from year to year, but there's something to be said for tradition, too.

/butting my curious nose out of things not my business to start with.


ETA: Congrats to you and Kappa, facethemusic. This music nerd who is married to a Kappa is happy for you!

No idea. This has been passed around so much that I knew which poem it was without knowing anything about the OP's school. I see why it is very attractive to PNM's, but surely there is another way to capture these sentiments.