[PallyGirl81]

I hated rush as an undergrad! That's why I became a Rho Chi when I was a senior.

Anyway, when I was a rushee, I was focused so much on the physical houses and on the process that it took me until informals to REALLY find out what was important (the girls in the house!). During first set, I kept asking why the girls kept rotating and why some girls were being taken to other locations and why others were staying put. I am a naturally nosey person and I love to learn how things work. I should have been more tactful though . . .

And I should not have been so quick to tell a slightly discriminating colorful story about my dorm room. I lived in a small dorm in the sorority quads. There was an iron burn on the floor of my room. I came to find out later that the burn was caused by the occupants from the prior year. One of the former roomies, who I loved, was the current treasurer of the dorm. She told horror stories about her former roommate and told me about how the burn mark ended up there. I thought the story was hilarious and repeated it time and time again (even during rush).

Well, during rush (we had a formal, deferred rush) I was paired up with a girl who had lived in the same small dorm when she was a freshman. She asked me how I liked it and what room I was in. I preceded to tell the iron burn story and about how the current treasurer, who I love, hated her ex-roomie. Turns out the girl rushing me was the hated ex-roomie. Oops. The house was not a good fit for me anyway but I cannot help think that my little story was one of the primary reasons for me being cut and that I was a tad rude and disrespectful by jumping into that story.


As a rusher, I could have paid better attention to what the rushees were saying. I talked to a girl during first set about Hitchcock movies. I was paired with her again during second set but did not realize I had already met her. Hitchcock came up again but this time I was little less focused and tired, I just started agreeing with everything she was saying to the point where I contradicted myself! She noticed, Oops! And I had to explain to her that I was a mess!



Oh well, it all works in the end.