First of all, I'm glad to hear you and your family members are alright Senusret! I feel so out of the loop, I missed the 6 o'clock news tonight... Anyways, thank you all for your interest! I think I'm having a little too much fun writing this, but ever since I found my notebook from Recruitment I've been dying to decipher my notes and see what I remember. Turns out, I have a pretty detailed, somewhat wordy memory haha.
I spent the summer after graduation working as a receptionist, and I won't lie, I logged a good number of company hours studying the websites of each sorority at my university.
All of them looked absolutely amazing! All of the girls were beautiful and extremely involved; each chapter had it's share of campus leaders and members who were part of prestigious honor societies. All of them had tons of pictures from socials with fraternities and each one looked like a blast! I learned that every chapter also had their own philanthropy and logged many community service hours... this was a major brownie point for my mom, who was still uneasy about the whole Recruitment thing.
The one chapter that really stood out for me at the time was
Donder - their philanthropy benefitted research to cure a disease that my best friend's father had recently been diagnosed with. This really struck a chord with me and I decided that I would really like to be a
Donder.
Seeing as the summer before I left for college was quite possibly the most boring and restless three months of my young life, receiving my room assignment was just about the most interesting thing to happen to me since graduation! I was disappointed, however, when I saw I had been assigned to a fairly old, undesirable building. I took a chance and got myself waitlisted for the newer, nicer dorms. Lo and behold, a few weeks later I received word that I had been switched! I know this seems kind of insignificant, but this was actually very important to my Recruitment experience. My original roommate had no intention of rushing, but my new roommate would be going through with me!
Fast-forward to move-in day, I met my new roommate, "Kate." It was a little awkward at first, but I was determined to get along with her - after all, we would be sharing a room for quite a while. I was further encouraged by the fact that we had unknowingly chosen matching decor for our respective sides of the room; at least we both had good taste! Our suitemates were not rushing, so we would not meet them until the rest of the freshmen moved in later that week. The next night, Kate and I went to the informational meeting together, but we ended up in different Rho Gamma groups (or perhaps my school calls them Pi Chis, gosh, I just can't remember....
). My Rho Gamma was absolutely adorable, and so enthusiastic! I couldn't help liking her, but I wish I could say the same for my group... we were a motley crew, really. There were just a few of us at my meeting (there were separate meetings, organized by last name). There was me, a very quiet, very freckly redhead ("Jamie"), FIVE chirpy blonde girls who looked exactly the same to me, and a very loud, obnoxious girl who had white-blonde hair streaked with black. I will call her "Skunk-Hair" because, 1. I can't remember her name and, 2. I honestly always think of her as Skunk-Hair.
After the informational meeting, I ran into a girl who had gone to my high school, "Mary." Mary was even more involved than I was, a varsity athlete, editor of the school paper, and fourth in the class GPA-wise. She was also a legacy at
Cupid - her mother had been a
Cupid at our university, actually. The two of us met up with Kate, who had also run into someone she knew: a friend of her family's named "Claire." The four of us went to dinner and of course, talked about Recruitment the whole time. Apparently Kate knew someone in
Cupid as well. I was starting to think I was the only one without any connections! Anyways, I would come to find later that night that Kate actually couldn't stand Claire at all, and was only being nice to her because she'd known her for so long. Go figure.
I was very anxious that night when we finally went to bed. A mixture of nerves, excitement, and anticipation kept me up for quite awhile. I had no idea what to expect. Would I even make it through the week? Stay tuned for Day 1...