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Retro on the Rocks with a Twist?
At the risk of certain GCers losing their eyesight to blunt objects, I've decided to tell my story. (Sorry, ladies) :p
Interest in these Retro Recruitment stories seems to be waning but my story is unlike any we've had so far. And, we've still got some time until the current day stories begin. I'll be adding some features to spruce it up for you. I hope you enjoy it! :) I'll wait until honeychile finishes her story before I begin mine. We have a few others going on right now: Buttonz; who's left us wondering if she'll accept her bid to Cream; tld221's hybrid story which is fascinating, GymnastA's Elon story (will it be Barcelona or London?) , and Cutie_Hootie's. But, other than Cutie_Hootie, no one's updating! (hint hint) You'll hear from me soon! |
Exciting! I'm completely addicted to these :o
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Yesssss someone on GC talking about UMD other than just me! I can't wait to read it!
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I can't speak for anyone else, but my interest is NOT waning. I don't think there's any limit to the number of good rush threads that I would follow. I haven't been posting, but believe me, I've been reading...I'd be embarrassed to say just how religiously I've been reading!
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Ready whenever you are! :)
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Irregardless of blunt objects, I can't wait to read all of these retro stories...
maybe it's because I'm RETRO!!!! Zeta love, ZTA 72:) |
Yes, please spill it! I'd love to hear about a UMD Recruitment!
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I would LOVE to hear your story!!! These have been so amazing to read--although it's the same process in theory, it's anything but similar in reality!
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Hoooray! I wanted to ask you to write yours LeslieAnne but I kept forgetting...hahaha, I must say I have a rather personal interest in it :rolleyes:
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Going by the number of views I would say that the Retro-threads may be among the most popular threads on greekchat . . despite the amount of people posting in them.
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Yay! I have an audience. Thanks everyone! :) That's exciting....and a bit scary. I've never had my own thread.
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*WARNING* I tend to be very wordy when I write so if I’m blabbing on and on about something and boring you all to tears don’t hesitate to say, “Hey Leslie! Get to the point already!” I won’t take offense. Here we go: For those of you who read JessSigKap’s wonderful story, we’ll be heading back to the University of Maryland but we’ll be going 20 years further back in time to…. (this is where you see the hands of a clock running furiously counter-clockwise) 1984! Madonna was the newest, biggest thing on the scene. The Cosby Show made its debut. Michael Jackson still looked human. John McEnroe was throwing tantrums and winning Wimbledon. Elton John was still pretending to be straight and married a woman. Reagan was in office. AIDS was discovered in France. Carl Lewis won 4 Olympic gold medals. The Soviet Union still existed. Prince’s “Purple Rain” was topping the charts. Jesse Jackson called New York “Hymietown.” And Bruce Springsteen released “Born in the USA.” (Not exactly as concise and meaningful as “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” but at least it sets the stage.) There were 18 sororities at the University of Maryland at the time. (Since the time of my story five have left and one has arrived on the scene.) They were: Alpha Chi Omega Alpha Delta Pi Alpha Gamma Delta Alpha Epsilon Phi Alpha Omicron Pi Alpha Phi Alpha Xi Delta Delta Delta Delta Delta Gamma Delta Phi Epsilon Gamma Phi Beta Kappa Alpha Theta Kappa Delta Kappa Kappa Gamma Phi Sigma Sigma Pi Beta Phi Sigma Delta Tau Sigma Kappa A not-so-brief bit of background on me… (I tried to be brief, but it didn’t work.) I grew up in Los Angeles. I was a bit of an odd ball in high school. I was in the dance department and rarely showed up for my academic classes. I went to school for the period when I worked in the counselor’s office and for dance rehearsals which often went long into the night. That was just about it. (I honestly don’t know how I managed to graduate!) Although I had taken my SATs (and done surprisingly well, considering), I hadn’t given any serious thought to going to college. Neither of my parents had gone to college nor had my older brother or sister. My family is heavily into the arts; both fine arts and performing arts. We had always traveled a lot and saw just about every theatre production possible. So, what I really wanted to do was to move to New York and become a dancer. I had already had a bit of a chance to apprentice with a dance company in California, but a lack of parental guidance left me floundering and the opportunity passed. I also didn’t have vocal training which pretty much ruled out my dream life in Broadway musical comedies. So, what to do? Well, there was a guy (isn’t there always?) He was the love of my life and we had been dating on and off through high school. He was going to be a sophomore at Princeton. I suddenly began to think that he would never marry me if I wasn’t educated so I decided that I had to give up dancing and go to college. My requirements were: 1) The college obviously had to be fairly easy to get into, considering my GPA (Maryland fit the bill at the time, it wouldn’t now.) 2) It had to be far from Los Angeles. (I desperately needed a change of scenery.) and 3) If I was going back East, I had to be close to Princeton. **Here I’ll have to explain a bit about how I plan to tell my story. There are a lot of “characters” involved and a lot of sororities so I’m going to rely heavily on visuals. I love vintage advertising, illustrators, and Alberto Vargas. So all my “characters” will be Vargas Pinup Girls (all fully clothed :p ) and the sororities….well, let’s say that I’m breaking from the norm. They have code names but they’re based on my first impressions. They’ll also have graphics. Woohoo! So, here’s me:http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...shstory-me.jpg Yeah, I know (I wish!). Just play along. ;) Some friends of my family had a daughter who was going to be a sophomore at the University of Maryland. I talked to her about it, looked into it, it filled all my requirements, I applied, got accepted, and I was ready to go. The daughter became a friend of mine. I’ll call her “Social Butterfly Suzanne”. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...ry-suzanne.jpg I was thrilled to be leaving Los Angeles. The only down side was that I would miss my family and my best friend, Iris, who would be going to UCLA. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...story-iris.jpg So, about a week before Freshman Orientation my mom and I flew out to New York and went on a shopping spree at Bloomingdale’s. I was excited about all the new clothes for my “new life.” Unfortunately, looking back I bought all the wrong things. :confused: The clothes were better suited for clubbing in L.A. not going to college on the East coast. I had a copy of the Preppy Handbook. Why didn’t I look at it?! From New York we took a train down to Maryland and we arrived at the university to find that because I had applied late I didn’t have housing. Wonderful! :rolleyes: They were working on it but meanwhile my mom and I stayed in a Motel. ~~~~~~~~ Freshman Orientation is coming up. I promise I'll get to the actual Rush story soon. :D |
I am so looking forward to this retro thread! :D:D
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I love the pictures! I think this one is going to be good!!! Also, it'll be neat to hear another UMD story from 20 years earlier!
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The graphics are going to make this story amazing and unforgettable!!
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love the visuals and can't wait to hear more!
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All the wrong clothes?!?! You're from California, so I'd automatically assume that it was me who had the wrong clothes.
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I'm so glad you all like the visuals. :)
I have most of them ready but there are a few things I wanted to scan. Problem is, my scanner is freaking out. It's out of warranty so the only thing I can do is try HP online chat tech support. That presents another problem. The chat shows up in a pop-up window. I have a pop-up blocker that I can't turn off and it's driving me crazy. I've turned off the blocker I know about but apparently I have another one. Does anyone here have a pop-up blocker that makes a strange noise and shows a little boxing glove icon when it blocks something? If so, what is it and how do I get rid of it? Help, please! |
I don't know about the pop up blocker, but is your scanner included in your printer??
If so, I know it's a pain, but one time I had to uninstall my printer and then reinstall it like 3 times and the fiasco with it ceased. Also, try unplugging it, leaving it sit for 30 seconds or so and then plugging it back in. |
Leslie...
you know my solution...use firefox! right click to see what the program is and delete it? I wish I was there to help you! I can't wait to hear this story ;) |
LOVE the Vargas girls! Keep them up, if possible.
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Thank you to AlwaysSAI and Ms_Gwyn for your helpful advice. It worked! The blocker is still there, but the scanner is working. :) Gwyn, I should have called you as soon as I had problems. (She installed Fire Fox on my computer a few weeks ago…you should have seen her fingers fly! I was like, “what are you doing?” She’s amazing.)
AlwaysSAI, I’d say you bear a very tiny resemblance to Bettie Page. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...ettiepaige.jpgYou’re not into leopard-skin bikinis or bondage…….er, nevermind. None of my business. :D Well, Jess, my clothes were definitely all wrong and I’m sure yours were perfect. I liked “preppy”; I just didn’t know how to pull it off. My favorite outfit in high school was white hospital pants with the cuffs twisted and folded up, a torn white t-shirt with silver paint splattered on it, white bobby socks and keds, and a huge white bow in my hair. Passable in L.A. – completely out of place in Maryland. I’ll be back real soon. |
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Freshman Orientation
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"The Row" in the background -- 14 fraternities and sororities in a horseshoe shape around the field. I was in a fairly small group being taken on a tour of the campus. I befriended a very cute guy and a sweet, soft-spoken girl who looked like she was probably born wearing a Laura Ashley dress. I can’t think of a clever name for her so she’ll just be “Laura Ashley Laurel.” http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...ory-laurel.jpg At the end of our tour we were told about sorority and fraternity Rush. (Yes, that’s Rush, not Recruitment.) The three of us headed over to the Student Union to sign up. Have any of you ever noticed those flyers on campuses that read, “Rush Resumes” with phone numbers you can tear off the bottom? Well, we passed one on the way to the Student Union and the cute guy nervously asked, “Do we need a resume to go through Rush?” To which I replied, “Oh my gosh! I hope not.” Laurel was clearly brainier than we were and told us it had nothing to do with Rush; the flyers were referring to resumes prepared quickly. Phew! Obviously I had no clue about sororities. I think that summer had been the first time I had even heard of them. (Good thing Maryland didn’t require recs or I would have been in big trouble.) So I signed up and got my Rush Booklet: http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...sh-booklet.jpg After leaving the Student Union, I decided to take a walk around where I thought the sororities were located. I saw girls moving into houses with Greek letters on them and although I couldn’t read the Greek letters yet, I knew I had found them. I was in awe. My kinda-boyfriend had been talking about “Bicker” and the eating clubs over the summer. I had completely romanticized the sororities at Maryland as if they had come right out of an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel. It all seemed so magical. I thought about how amazing it would be to actually be a member of one of those groups. One good thing about my perception was that I didn’t expect to get a bid to a sorority. I thought of it as a slim possibility that would be a great honor. The tough part would be talking to all those women. I was excruciatingly shy. The senior quote chosen for me in my high school yearbook had been, “………..” since I rarely spoke 2 words to anyone but my closest friends. I was trying to change my life and be more outgoing though, so I was going to give Rush a try. I got back to the motel and learned from my mother that the university had found me temporary housing. I would be sharing a lounge in La Plata, which was one of the high-rise dorms out in the middle of nowhere, with 7 other girls until a more permanent spot could be found. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...sh-housing.jpg La Plata is way on the right beyond the football stadium. On the left is "the graham cracker" (7 sororities). The rest of the fraternities and sororities are around the graham cracker and on "the Row." My mom helped me move in and we said a tearful good-bye. She was booked on the next flight back to L.A. :( The lounge wasn’t too horrible. They put 4 bunk-beds in the room with dressers and desks. Everyone on the hall hated us though. They wanted their lounge back. I could understand that, but it’s not like we chose to be there. I quickly called my friend, “Suzanne” http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...ry-suzanne.jpgto let her know where I was and found out that she was going through Rush too. Yay! She was a sophomore so I think she already had an idea about which sororities she was interested in, but she didn’t tell me anything about them. I was glad. It didn’t matter to me what they were like. I didn't want to know about stereotypes. I’d feel lucky to get into any one of them! I asked the other girls in the lounge if they were going through Rush. They all looked at me like I had two heads. Oh, well. :rolleyes: I studied the Rush booklet (the "vitals" on each sorority) and made flashcards so I could learn the Greek alphabet. Psi and Upsilon had me confused but, fortunately, none of the sororities had those letters. The first two days of Rush would be spent visiting all 18 chapters. Then we would get invitations. (The rushees didn’t do rankings.) From there would be Set of 10, then Set of 4, then Preference with 2 sororities. I’ll start my first day of Rush in my next post later today. Meanwhile, I’ve got a question for you. Should I mess with Jess or not? :p As a fellow Terrapin, I just HAD to guess which houses were which when she told her Retro story. As it stands, it’ll be pretty easy for her to figure out which ones mine are based solely on geography. Should I scramble them around to make it tougher for her or not? <evil grin> |
Yours might be the first retro thread to get an offer from a publisher!
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Aww, you're both so sweet. Thank you! :) And there I thought I would be getting my first, "Hey Leslie! Get to the point already."
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I love your graphics! As I said, Vargas was always a favorite of mine, and you have a wonderful style.
That said, mess with Jess' head! I completely messed with the "correct order" in my thread, because I knew Pitt people would know in a flash if I didn't! |
I'm up for the challenge. Go ahead, mess with me.;)
I lived in LaPlata my second semester and it didn't seem that out there to me, but I guess that is because my classes were in chem and I had lived in Denton the semester before. Were your dance classes all in Preinkert since this is before CSPAC existed? |
Rush begins!
Since I've gotten the okay from Jess, I mixed up the houses a bit. If I say we "went across the street" or we "went over to the row" that might not be true. It would be so obvious otherwise. Jess, I hope you know I only mean it in good fun. ;)
Rush begins! For the first day of Rush we were to meet our groups and Rush Counselors at The Row. I arrived and there were SO many girls there! I searched the crowd for my group and finally found a girl holding up a big “24” sign. That was my group! We all were quickly given our nametags and before I knew it, we were off to the first sorority. We hadn’t had a Rush Orientation or anything. (at least not that I can recall) My heart was pounding as we approached the first house. I had no idea what this was going to be like. My group finally lined up in front of the first sorority house. The doors flew open and all these girls came running out all dressed alike. They were screaming and yelling and clapping! I looked down the street and saw that the same thing was happening at each of the sororities. It was crazy loud! I wasn’t expecting this at all. (I had thought we would just enter and be quietly interviewed. What did I know?) After the singing and chanting, we were led into the house and paired with one of the sisters. The girl I was with was very bubbly and energetic. She was kind of bouncing up and down and had this huge smile on her face. She started asking me questions but, Oh My God, I didn’t know what to say to her! I felt like a deer caught in headlights. I was struck completely mute. I remember this so vividly. It was as if all the sound had gone away and I was looking at this girl in slow-motion as her smile began to fade, her brow furrowed and her eyes started to pop out. I could see her thinking, “Why are you not speaking!? SAY SOMETHING!” It was absolutely horrifying. I finally snapped out of it and began to mumble, “um, uh…” Then full sentences started to form and I was able to answer some of her questions, if only briefly. The rest of this party is a complete blur to me (thankfully). There was so much shouting and questions being thrown at me. I felt like I had been attacked. I’m going to call this house Football. The girls were very outgoing and energetic, but Yikes! http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...-football2.jpg Before I knew it, we were at the next house and I was completely overwhelmed again although this time I was able to keep myself calmer. The girl I was paired with seemed pretty nice but before I even finished answering her last question she kind of tossed me to another girl. I wondered where she went and why she gave me to someone else. Did I do or say something wrong? I was so scared I was trembling. I was seriously reconsidering this whole Rush thing but the party was over and we were heading out the door before I knew it. This house will be called Racecar Driving -- fast and dangerous. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...ardriving2.png Before we got to the next house I was ready to quit. I just couldn’t do it; it was too hard! I was so terribly shy and I didn’t know what to say to these women. We had arrived at the next house and I was mentally debating whether or not to sprint in the opposite direction. The yelling and the clapping started again. I thought to myself, “Dear Lord! What am I doing? Help me!” The rushees were being brought into the house. I had about 2 seconds left to decide what to do. I took a deep breath to try to settle my nerves and stepped up to join my rusher. I was paired with a really sweet girl named Jane. She was soft-spoken and had a gentle quality about her. I immediately felt relieved and much more relaxed. We sat and had a nice, normal talk. I told her that I had just moved to Maryland from California and she actually seemed interested and sympathetic about how hard the transition would be. I really liked this girl. She was easy to talk to and as I glanced around the room it seemed like the rest of the sisters were similar to her. It was still loud in there, but it wasn’t overwhelming. I liked it there. I’ll call it Diving; a quiet, graceful sport. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...ush-diving.jpg When we left I felt so much better. I had gotten over the initial shock of the process and started to get the idea of how Rush worked. I had to focus on keeping myself calm, asking questions and trying not to be so shy. At least I knew that the sororities had different “personalities” and they wouldn’t all be so intimidating. As the girls stormed out of the next sorority I could tell that they were really pretty and really put-together. I was paired with a very nice girl who was absolutely gorgeous. We sat in the living room and had the usual conversation for a while and then she brought me into the foyer and introduced me to the chapter president. I thought this was a good sign and I tried my best to be talkative. I was doing alright but suddenly I just started panicking again and I couldn’t wait to get out of the house. These girls were so nice but they all looked like models. I wanted to feel comfortable with them but I couldn’t. I’ll call this house Croquet. I liked it, I was interested in it, but I simply didn’t know how to play the game. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...h-croquet3.jpg At the next house I was paired with a girl named Lisa. She was really nice and I got a sense that this was a very friendly group of girls. This chapter reminded me of Diving except they were much more energetic without being obnoxious. I liked their easy-going, fun attitude. I’ll call this one Skiing. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...ush-skiing.jpg I got a good feeling about the next sorority before I even got inside. These girls were super friendly and bubbly but not nearly as aggressive as the girls in Football. I was paired with a girl named Jennifer who seemed very down-to-earth. She had a bit of a Southern accent which I found “cute” (silly California girl that I am). We sat in the living room and at one point she asked me about something that I’m not used to talking about (personal thing that I won’t go into here – nothing bad). I was honest with her and she was just very nice about it. (This particular issue was brought up at a number of chapters. I note it here because of my rusher’s nice response to it.) She introduced me to another sister who was very “peppy”. I liked both of these girls. The house in general just seemed like a lot of fun. I’ll call it Water Skiing. I left there feeling pretty good. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...terskiing2.jpg This next house didn’t feel right for me at all. This was actually one of only two sororities that I had ever heard of. My best friend from home, Iris, has an older sister who was a member of this sorority at UCLA. I didn’t know much about it but I couldn’t really imagine her in this chapter. They were full of energy and enthusiasm though. I’ll call them Aerobics. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...-aerobics3.png Next, we crossed the street and entered a different looking house. (Most of the sororities at Maryland have similar architecture – a few look a bit different.) This time I was paired with a sister and another girl from my Rush group. We took turns talking and the sister seemed really sweet. They sang a song before we left and I suddenly got the sense that these girls were depressed. I didn’t know why they would be sad but the feeling was very strong. I could tell that this was a smaller group than the others I’d been to, but I liked the girl I talked to and I, initially, liked the atmosphere. I looked over to my rusher and noticed that while she seemed happy while we were talking, she now looked just as depressed as the other girls. It broke my heart. I’ll call this group Fishing; quiet, understated, and a bit melancholy. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...sh-fishing.jpg We crossed back over to the other side of the street again and entered a house that I immediately liked. I was matched with a girl named Robin who was very tiny and spunky. I felt at ease with her right away. Once again, I talked about how I had just arrived in Maryland from California. I made some really dorky remark but she laughed instead of looking at me like I was an idiot. I was grateful. She introduced me to another girl who at first I thought I was going to be intimidated by but she was just as friendly as Robin. The three of us started deliberately making dorky remarks. This was the first time I actually laughed during Rush. I felt so at home there but the party was soon over and I was sad to leave. I’m calling this chapter Soccer. I played soccer as a kid and I was horrible at it but my teammates never made me feel bad – they just laughed when I once almost scored a goal for the opposite team. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...sh-soccer2.jpg It was the end of the day and, overall, I still wanted to quit. There’s one thing about me, though; when I focus on something I just won’t let it go. I’m extremely stubborn. I thought about it and decided that I was going to stick with Rush even if it killed me. |
i am so impressed with your memory. you made me really feel sorry for fishing.
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I <3 this thread :D
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I can't wait for the next half!
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YaY for more!! :D :D
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This is my favorite retro thread so far! I usually have such a hard time remembering which chapter is which as the story progresses, but with your visuals matching the descriptions, I really can get a feel for how each chapter is!
I'm kind of mellow, so I think I like "diving," but I'll save my final opinion until after I read the rest! KEEP POSTING~ It makes my work day go so much faster! |
Day two
Thanks for posting. I'm glad people like the visuals. I've always had a tough time keeping the chapters straight too. I guess people are reading so......on with the show.
The next day we had another 9 chapters to visit. I was still nervous but very determined to see it through. I met my Rush group and overheard some girls talking about the girls they had met the previous day and mentioning them by name. I thought, “Darn it! I didn’t remember to write everyone’s name down. Why didn’t I think to do that?” I felt stupid. I’m horrible with names but I made a mental note to try to remember names and write them all down. The first house we went to was a smaller one, both architecturally and in terms of the number of sisters. I was happy that we were starting with one that wasn’t as intimidating as some of the others. I was paired here with a sister and another rushee. We both took turns answering questions and the girl we were with, Melanie, was nice. I don’t remember much about it (my notes are pretty sparse) but I got a feeling that they were very sweet. I’ll call them Cycling. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...sh-cycling.jpg From there we went to a sorority with a very pretty chapter house. Here I met a girl named Amy who I liked a lot. She was easy-going and very friendly. The general impression I got of this house was that it was elegant. The girls were enthusiastic but not overbearing. I liked it a lot. This one will be called Tennis; a sport I was comfortable with and enjoyed. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...ush-tennis.jpg Once we left Tennis, our Rush Counselor told us we had to hurry to get to the next house and we had a little bit of a walk. I had thought that we were in the area where all the sororities were but it turned out that there were another 5 on The Row. We got to the next party and the girls streamed out of their house yelling and clapping. It was a sea of blonde hair and I thought, “oh no!” I was paired with a nice girl named Eilene who was very bubbly. I ended up having a nice time at this party despite feeling a bit out of place. They were so high energy and so….BLONDE! I’ll call this one Sunbathing. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...sunbathing.jpg Next up was a smaller chapter. I felt awkward here. So far I had felt comfortable with the small chapters but not at this one. I got the sense that they were trying hard to compete with their bubbly, blonde neighbors but feeling defeated by the effort. A girl named Peggy took two of us and tried hard to keep the energy up. While she was nice, I felt horribly uncomfortable. I’ll call this chapter Bowling. Gutterball. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...h-bowling2.jpg I feel bad about this but the next house is a complete blank. I know it existed on campus, I know I went there during Rush, but I have absolutely no recollection of it whatsoever and no notes. I’ll call it Surfing just for the hell of it. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...sh-surfing.jpg At the next house my immediate impression was that these girls had to be the most smiley, adorable girls ever! I was impressed that they still had so much energy after such a long day. I was paired with a girl named Helene who was cute as a button and very sweet. We had the usual talk. I really liked this chapter! They were just fun and happy. I’ll call them Ice Skating. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...ceskating3.jpg At the next house I was paired with a girl who was very talkative and very loud. She was friendly, I guess, but at the same time a little abrasive. She talked “at” me instead of talking with me. I took advantage of being with a talkative girl by keeping quiet most of the time. It was a nice breather. :p The girls all seemed enthusiastic but I didn’t feel like I fit in here at all. (I know this can’t be true but in my mind I remember my rusher smacking on gum the whole time. I think it’s more likely that I met her some time after Rush and she had gum in her mouth and I’m mixing up the memories.) At any rate, this chapter will be called Hockey for being a bit too “in my face” and aggressive. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...sh-hockey2.jpg Next, we had to hurry again to get back from The Row to the other area for our last two parties. I had gotten into the swing of things this day and was actually starting to enjoy meeting new people. We lined up in front of our next house. After being on The Row where the chapter houses all look alike from the exterior (except for the landscaping), it occurred to me just how different this house was. Once inside, I found that the girls were different too. The girl I was paired with, Kathleen, was funny and friendly. I liked her but at the same time I didn’t feel right there. I felt out of my element and wasn’t sure why. Maybe if I was asked back I would feel more comfortable the next time. (Ha!, if I got any invitations back at all.) I'll call this one Golf. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3.../rush-golf.jpg By this time I was both mentally and physically exhausted. Thank goodness we were going to the last house of the day. But, whoa!, what a house! It was very impressive, very regal, and the girls seemed to fit the chapter house too. Most were blonde and very well-mannered, prim and proper. They were friendly but a little aloof. I had a nice conversation with the girl I was paired with, Joyce, but I was so tired by this time that I almost didn’t care. I thought about how wonderful it would be to be one of these lovely girls in this majestic house. I tried my best to stay talkative and upbeat despite knowing that these girls would never take me in a million years. This house is definitely Polo; very elite. http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3.../rush-polo.jpg Despite my exhaustion at the end of the day, I felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment. I had made it through the first round of Rush! I knew I had a lot ahead of me but I felt I could handle it. I didn’t keep anything with the schedule of events on it, however, I vaguely remember that we picked up our invitations the next day and Set of 10 started the day after that. I’ll be back with an update on my invitations later today! |
hooray!
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Whew! I don't know that I would have survived that round 1. Go Leslie!!
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The way you paired your descriptions with the sports is simply ..... perfect! Love the graphics but really like how you tied the personality with the sport and your interpretation of the house!
All your pics remind me of my coffee mug that says 'Make Your Own Damn Dinner" and "More Medication Please". Love those retro ladies! |
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