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Fez– The girls are lined up along the walkway and singing softly. They are all holding lit candles (yes, girls, real live candles!), except for the ones who have been assigned a rushee for the night. “Mortuary girl” picks me up and leads me up the walkway that is lined by the candle holding sisters. I’ve got to say, this was a really beautiful way to start and really impressed me. The main room is full of huge vases filled with their flower, which also happens to be one of my favorites. The girls are all wearing the same sophisticated black dresses and jeweled lavaliers. Compared to them, I now feel a bit little girlish in my high school dress.
We have a little dessert and the plate has my name written in contrasting icing on it. I get a chance to talk to mortuary girl a bit more while eating, and then the lights go dim and more candles are lit. The ceremony starts right after that and is also solemn and beautiful. More seniors sharing what life there has meant to them and more songs, a little ritual and candlelight. Then my rusher hangs her lavalier around my neck for a few minutes and talks about how much it has meant to her to wear these letters. Right now she wants me to know what that could feel like. And I AM feeling it. I also admit that I feel pretty full of myself that the Fezs have picked me out of all the other girls they have dropped over the week. They must see something in me that I don’t know if I see in myself. But I’m also not quite convinced I can live up to their image. Part of me feels like an imposter, like if they really knew me, there would be no way I would have been invited to this party. Yet I DO NOT want her to remove the lavalier from my neck, and I realize I’m starting to cry. Ack! MORE CRYING! And I am not a crier! I, the girl who rushed as a lark and didn’t really care much about sorority life, COULD BE A FEZ!
At the end, she gave me a little bouquet of flowers and we did another wishing type activity. My rusher tells me she hopes my wish is the same as hers was. WHAT???!!! Does everyone do this? It throws me for a loop and I really begin to doubt the sincerity of this little exercise. I was so darned sure once I left Jackie ……… and now this. Now the idea of becoming a Fez is intoxicating.
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