| peppermint23 |
01-22-2013 09:48 PM |
So with a heavy heart, I made my way to the Fuglies house. I didn't bother smiling as I walked in or even making eye contact with any of the girls. I didn't want to be there, but what else was I gonna do, homework? And no one was drinking at this hour except for the homeless guys across as the street who sit in front of the Taco Bell.
I got picked up by a girl who wasn't so bad-looking. She sat down with me and started asking me how rush was going so far.
"Really good," I lied. "I got invited back to all the sororities."
She frowned. "All...of them?"
"Yup," I said. "They added an extra 2 hours to my schedule so I could pack in everyone for this round."
She smiled nervously and started scratching her ear and looking over her shoulder. I asked her if she deep-conditioned and let her know she probably needed it because she was getting her dandruff flakes all over my dress.
Then she was bumped by a really tragic-looking girl who had the weirdest overbite. I asked her if she'd ever tried Invisalign and soon after got bumped again.
I was starting to get depressed. Not only had they totally messed up my schedule and lied about it "not being an error" so my parents wouldn't sue, they were sticking me with the HARDEST people to talk to.
It did not go well. Some girl came around with a tray of gigantic cookies and asked me if I wanted one.
"I don't eat bread," I told her, rolling my eyes. "Or bad food coloring."
Then we had to watch the most BORING slideshow which talked about their philanthropy and all the money they raised last year for their charity for dying kids or something. I fell asleep during it and I don't think anyone bothered to wake me up until we had to leave.
I was wondering at that point if sorority life really was for me. All of these girls were so lame and not what I thought they'd be like at all. There was no way I'd take a bid from the Fuglies, even if they held a gun to my head, and the stupid Greek life office was as useless as 3D-glasses on a blind person.
So I knew there was only one thing I'd have to do to make a final impression, and it just might get me a bid...
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