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18 Year Old Me
I grew up in a large metro area and attended a small private school, which I will refer to as Prissy Prep. There were two public high schools in the immediate area, which I’ll call East Suburbia and Central Suburbia. I had several close friends and even more acquaintances from junior high, church and other social activities that went to those schools.
I was pretty active in high school; it was easy to be since there were fewer than 100 students in each class. It was an academically rigorous curriculum and I graduated with a GPA high enough to earn a full scholarship to each state university I applied to. I decided to attend Jumbo State University (JSU), which is a large state school located in a big city about two hours away from home. Most of the students from my school who end up going to college in-state end up at JSU.
When I arrived at school, I knew absolutely nothing about sororities or rush. I arrived at campus early because I was required to attend a special orientation program for my major. But since it was the week before classes, most of the girls who had already moved in were there because they were rushing. (Yes, it was called rush then, and I will be using the vernacular of the day in my tale.) No one in my family had ever been Greek, so it never occurred to me to even investigate it. Two of my new suite mates were planning on rushing, which was scheduled to begin the day after I arrived on campus. They convinced me it would be a great way to meet people, and since classes didn’t start for a few days, I agreed to join them. After I discussed it with my folks, the girls brought me over to the Greek Life office and I registered. No recs. No preconceived notions. No idea what to wear. No expectations. No Greekchat to give me rush tips. Nothing.
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