| facethemusic |
04-07-2012 01:05 AM |
PREF PARTIES!!!
Piano - Standing outside this house, I looked it up and down. Could I really see this place as my home for the next four years? Despite everything my mom had said, I still wasn't convinced. Lost in thought, I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Amy standing behind me in line. We hugged but didn't have time to update each other because it was time to go in.My face lit up when I was greeted at the door in hushed whispers by my musician friend from Philanthropy Day. I was beyond excited to see her again. She quietly led me to my seat and then joined the other sisters at the front of the room where the presentation would take place. While I was waiting for the presentation to start, I remember watching the sisters up at the front of the room and realizing that my mom had been right about them being beautiful. I can't say much about the presentation without giving away the sorority, but it was absolutely beautiful and had me in tears. The further it progressed, the more in love I became with these sweet and beautiful girls. By the time it closed with a heartfelt poem, I was bawling like a baby. The sisters led each of us away to talk one-on-one. My musician friend handed me a tissue and asked how my week had gone and what my thoughts were toward Piano. I said exactly what I was thinking - that I'd felt nothing but comfortable and at home here all week, but I'd set my sights on other "favorite" chapters and not allowed myself to see how right Piano had felt all along. Then she handed me a folded piece of paper, which I unfolded to reveal a handwritten note. As I started reading, it brought fresh tears to my eyes to read my new friend's sweet and encouraging words about what Piano had seen in me this week. But the end of it was the game changer. We weren't allowed to take our notes with us, but it doesn't matter, because I remember the last few lines of mine almost perfectly.
When I met you on Philanthropy Day, you were wearing a cute silver cross necklace, and the more I talked to you, the more I was convinced that it was more than just a fashion statement to you. I know that being a woman of faith going through recruitment can make you feel like a sheep among wolves, but I want you to know that here at Piano we have so many girls that are striving for the same thing you are. My sisters have infinitely bettered my walk with Christ and I know Piano can do the same for you.
WOAH.
Notice the underlined part?
Nuff said.
Needless to say, this had me sobbing all over again. I assured my friend that they were happy tears but didn't have time to explain because it was time to go now. She led me to the door and told me she sincerely hoped to see me tomorrow, and I returned the sentiment, meaning what I said with all my heart.
Violin - I had to hurriedly put my face back together outside this house, frantically dabbing makeup in all the places where my tears had washed it away. I was greeted at the door by a cute short brunette. I smiled calmly on the outside but was in full panic mode on the inside - I could NOT for the life of me remember this girl's name, when I had met her, or what we had talked about. We looked at each other for a few awkward seconds as she looked like she was trying to read my expression. Finally, she stuck her hand out and introduced herself. She introduced herself. I realized there was a reason I couldn't remember her name - we had never met - and that she was caught off guard by my pretending to recognize her. Well, isn't this awkward. I was frustrated because I knew the is wasn't how Pref was supposed to work, but I masked my disappointment. The ceremony was sweet and heartfelt, and I was somewhat appreciating it until a girl stepped up to the microphone and started to read the first few lines of a poem. They sounded vaguely familiar....it was Piano's poem. Stolen property. Claimed dishonestly to be Violin's own. Underneath my perfectly-polite-PNM appearance, I was seething mad. How dare they assign someone I had never met to pref me and then try to pull on my heartstrings with the same poem another house had already used to steal my heart? If I wasn't already sorely disappointed with this Pref party, the very end sealed my decision. Each sister had made the girl she was preffing a small item with an adjective written on it; a trait they had seen in us that week. My hostess handed me mine, and it read outgoing. "Yeah, I just guessed since I don't know you. I hope I guessed right," she shrugged. Um....nope. WRONG. I thanked her and tried to appear appreciative, but I was ready to just get OUT of this house. I felt like a number here, a nameless face, dehumanized by a house that was fighting tooth and nail to make quota not really caring WHO they pledged as long as they pledged SOMEONE. I didn't like the feeling.
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