Pref Night Part One
Pref Night Part One
I rushed to the door in my pref attire, a red dress and pointy flats with a long pearl necklace. Before my Gammi Chis could speak, I spied in one of their hands a card with the letters of Eliot and Plath. They revealed my invites and that I would not being going back to Thomas. “What? I didn’t get invited back to Thomas? Could there be a mistake?” (Oh, naïve rushee!) No, there was no mistake. I was upset, obviously. I called my mom and she reminded me that the other two houses had worked hard on their Pref nights and wanted me there. I needed to enjoy myself. Down the hall, I spied another girl in my Gamma Chi group who had been cut by Thomas. She was visibly upset. My gamma chi tried to comfort me but I was a little annoyed that someone who I was sure was a member of Thomas herself was trying to make me feel better (looking back she was merely doing her job!).
Looking back on skit night, I can see that Thomas was not the right sorority for me. My rusher was a senior pre-med student and did not seem to be able to relate well to a future English major. I did not meet many of the other girls and merely enjoyed the skit. I discovered I was probably a little too “English major-y”, into “the arts” for this group. They also had a large group of girls involved in the Religious life on campus. Although I admire and respect these people, I was worn out from all girls Catholic school experience! Recalling a silly conversation about unnecessary but fun school supplies with a member of Plath, I smiled to myself.
I had another problem on my mind. Well, face, to be exact. I had a zit! Normally I could work a little makeup artist magic and cover up a blemish like a pro. But this baby was right on my nose and I’m afraid it matched the cover of my dress. I decided to befriend some Lancome concealer and roll with it.
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