After having the WORST night of sleep after getting rejected from my favorite houses (and having a hard time digesting all of the Oreo's), I woke up and walked straight to the Panhellenic Office.
On the way there though my phone rang. It was a number I didn't know, and knowing it was something about Rush I answered it. It happened to be the President of
New York on the phone. She called me to tell me that they were offering me a bid, because the courageousness that I showed coming to Pref night showed a quality that they wanted in a sister. I thanked her and told her I'd think about it.
I was not expecting that at all. WHY couldn't my recruitment be normal?! I immediately called my mom. She sounded dissapointed still, but told me that I would be a
New York like my neighbor and encouraged me to accept my bid and see how I liked my pledge class. I got off the phone with my mom and sat outside the Panhellenic office crying some more. I just felt like I couldn't do it again. I was rejected from the sororities that I really wanted to be apart of.
A woman from the Panhellenic office talked to me for a while and after thinking it over for a while, I did officially drop out of Recruitment.
As cliche as this is, I honestly went through a depression faze. I couldn't look in a mirror for months and think I was pretty. I blamed myself for being too weird. Too quiet. Too snotty. Too ugly. I would look at a girl who had greek clothing on and always wondered what she had that I didn't.
I got involved in a club at school and made a lot of friends. I went on a lot of retreats, however, the friendships that I made was just not quite what I was looking for.
I signed up for informal recruitment during the winter, but only
New York was participating. Seeing this as a sign that maybe I would love the house, I went to a movie with them. The sisters were very nice, however I didn't click with the them. I did not go to another event, even though I was called back. (I've looked at rules now, and was I even allowed to go through informal since I technically did receive a bid?)
During the Spring there was COB where you had to be invited by a sister from the house.
New York,
Los Angeles and
Paris were open. I now had a friend in Paris who told me that I should come. She didn't know the details, but said that she would get right back to me. However she never did. I really should have reminded her about it. That mistake was definitely mine.
Next year I am going through recruitment again (which is the reason I created this under a different name). My good friend in
Barcelona talked to me about what would help me next year such as showing how comfortable I felt in the houses and just being myself.
Now I have had time I have figured myself out in college. I don't want to have to play catch-up to my sisters and desire to be like them. I should be comfortable around them looking my worst. I have many friends in
Barcelona and
London who are very excited for me to be going through recruitment so we will see what next year brings.
**And I just read through the thread talking about bad recruitment stories and fakes and such. I just wanted to say that actually yes, I have been lurking under a different name. I asked for help under the other name, and enclosed more details than I would feel comfortable about people connecting the two stories since I am going through recruitment next year. I also waited to see what would happen later in the year because I knew that I was changing mentally and I did not know if I was going to do COB and such. I guess it was just a bad time to post the story since all the fakes on here!
