Day Four-Skit Day
The next day at 8 a.m., I stared at my invites in disbelief:
I had been invited back to all 8!!
Erin came up and told me she had only been invited to March and was dropping out. It was also a sad day for Joanie. She had not been invited back to her sister’s house, October. She was hysterical. She called her mother in tears. Our parties did not start until after lunch that day. It was going to be a long morning for her. But around 11, our rush counselor came to find her. Joanie’s mother had called her sister, her sister looked into it, and it had indeed been a mistake. Joanie was going back to October after all.
I needed to cut 3. I decided to cut
March,
December and
September. Although it’s funny, I would later have several December and September friends and would have probably fit in at either place. As for March, they indeed closed the following year. They remained closed for five years, and then reopened. They have been going strong again for nearly a decade.
October: Once again I was mesmerized by the Octobers. I suppose there was a part of me that felt if they keep inviting me back, they must think I am pretty too, which was a bit of an ego boost. Their skit was fun, and I had great conversations. I felt like a princess at October.
June: After skit day, I could really see why Karen had said June had really been a home for her. You could absolutely tell the tight sisterhood the Junes had. There was no real stereotype I had heard about the Junes. I could easily see myself fitting in at June.
November: The Novembers lived up to their reputation as a top house with skit day. It was a Grease theme. All of those not in the skit were in poodle skirts, and for the refreshments it was root beer floats. It was magical. OSF#2 told me how happy she was to have me there. They were just so cool. Everyone wanted to be a November, and I did too.
January: The girl who picked me up at January looked a lot like me, and we laughed about it. And from then on we had a fantastic time. Their skit was based on a Broadway show and it was amazing. It was by far the best skit I had seen. The Januaries were known as the scholarly house, and I liked the idea of that. I had the best conversations that I had had all day. As the party ended, I was hit with the feeling that January was where I belonged.
February: Once again it was fun, fun, fun at February. They just all seemed liked they loved it. That day I was paired up with the girl I knew from home. After the skit was done, she took me over to talk to the president and one of their VPs. And then I had an experience that would easily qualify for the Weird Rush Stories thread. For graduation my parents had given me a ring with a gemstone in it that happened to be the same color as MWU’s color. I got several comments on it throughout rush. While sitting with the Pres and VP, the VP asked me if she could try my ring on. I said sure and gave it to her. We keep talking and I was feeling great about February. Then it is announced that the party was ending. I asked the VP for my ring back. She smiled, said nope, and started walking away. I stood up and went after her and again politely ask for my ring back. She turned to me and said in a nasty tone, “sisters share everything” and slammed it into my hand. I didn’t know what to say. I loved the Februaries, and I felt like I had just blown my chances because I wanted my ring back. I left February nearly crying.
That night our rush counselor took us out on a hill overlooking the city just for a chance to clear our thoughts. I was at the point where I felt I would really be OK with any of the five I had left. My favorites were January, then November, but I knew somewhere in the five I could find a home at MWU.