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So I head back to the dorms and then go with a bunch of friends to the supermarket to pick up some goodies for our lock-in at the student center (we had to wait there until all the sororities turned in their bid lists). While we were there, we ran into two Atlanta sophomores. It was obviously silence, so they just smiled and waived at first. But then one said to me, "Can't wait to see you tonight!" I thought that was a really good sign and it helped me stay positive too.
Back at the dorms, Tara (Lauren's unaffiliated roommate) had offered to help some of us with our hair and make up, which after yesterday's fashion fiasco, was a God-send. While she was curling my hair, she told me that she and Lauren had chatted about me going back to Miami. She was excited for me to give it another shot, and so was Lauren. Miami had done a lot for Lauren -- helped her find a place at our school. Tara also talked about how much fun she had with it all. I was trying to be sweet, so I listened and agreed, but I was still embarassed about going back (even if I did like the girls) and just couldn't see dealing with that embarassment I felt right now all through pledgeship, etc. You know, when you're 18, every momentary feeling seems as if it will never pass away!
I finish up with Tara and start getting dressed for pref. I had a really cool black silk dress with subtle sequins at the neckline. It was essentially two dresses, one layered over the other. The top dress was somewhat sheer and was a-line, with a defined waist. I loved it. I can remember shopping with my mom for my dress... we saw a beautiful winter white dress that I loved even more, but I felt like I couldn't wear it because Boston and Chicago wore white at preference. I had wanted to be a Boston before rush started, and so my mom said, if you pledge there, I will come back and get this for you for next year. I remembered this while getting ready, and it made me sad that I wouldn't need a white dress now. I wasn't entirely just sad that I wouldn't be a Boston or a Chicago, but also sad that this week wasn't really what I expected it to be right now.
Again, the emotions of an 18 year old run rampant!
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