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Night III: Twist Time

When I woke up that next day, I was feeling much better, but still had a nasty cough on occasion. I visited Health Services and they gave me some cough drops and just told me to rest. So, for the rest of the day, Roomie and I “rested” by trying on clothes and watching TV… ha ha.

Finally it was party time. Roomie met with her Rho Chi a little earlier. She had, of course, gotten her four top choices and would be returning to Love-a-Lot, Funshine, Cheer, and Bedtime. I thought this was wonderful and went off to get my list too. When I arrived, I got the shock of my life. I would only be returning to Bedtime Bear. I liked Bedtime, but what happened to the rest of my list??!?!? After looking at it for a moment, I burst into tears. No, no, no. This was not right. My Rho Chi came over and tried to comfort me. She told me I could go back to my room for the first three parties and join back up with the group for the last one. I headed back and called my best friend back home. She was nice and let me cry and vent and then promptly told me that sororities were dumb and I shouldn’t even bother finishing recruitment. She only meant to make me feel better, but somehow it made me feel worse. After hanging up with her, I washed my face, adjusted my make up, and headed back for my one party.

Bedtime Bear’s party was awesome and again I was paired with sisters I remembered from the previous nights. The only awkward moment was when one of the sisters I hadn’t met before asked where else I was visiting that night… and of course, not being the savy GC’er I am now, I told them that was the only party I was attending. The girl said that maybe it happened for a reason and I agreed, although probably not as enthusiastically as I could have.

After that party, my rankings were pretty easy. (One positive!) The next night was Preference and I would get a call by midnight if I didn’t receive any invitations. Once Roomie got back to the room, I told her about my night. We went out for some ice cream and then hung around, nervously waiting for “the call.”