My rush was...overstimulating.
It was 1979, Frills rush in the South. Girls were chanting at every turn. Costumes, glitter, elaborate backdrops, and identical outfits were the norm at every house.The noise and chaos never ended.
I felt constantly off balance the whole time because I was stressed about making a good impression on the girls.(Forget trying to make a friend. We were all trying to get an invite back to the next round. period)
I would go back to the dorm and have a mini nervous breakdown - hysterical, manic laughter -with the other girls as we rehashed the day.
ah...good times.
