[greekmom2]

Thank you!!!

That night was tough. Combined with her disappointment over Donuts and Raspberry Parfait, the ex texted her and asked how she was liking rush. The girls were not supposed to communicate with boys in any way, shape, or form during recruitment week, so she didn’t respond, but she said it took everything in her not to text him back, tell him she was miserable, and ask him to come and get her because she knew he would. The fact that she would even consider that – scared her. She felt like she was trapped in a situation she was never going to get out of.


She went to her Rho Gam for advice and let me say this girl should give trainings nationwide on how to be a good recruitment counselor. At this point Brooke was questioning everything: recruitment, school, relationship with ex. Rho Gam must have sat up with her half the night talking things through with her. Brooke says now they really didn’t talk much about recruitment; she just gave her life advice. That happened several times during the week.


The next day she had Ice Cream, Blueberry Tarts, and Lemon Bars on her schedule. It was philanthropy day.

She said it was hard standing out on the sidewalk waiting to go into Ice Cream while the girls next door were lined up to go into Chocolate Cake, but she realized this was the last sorority left that she liked, so she needed to pull it together. She was drained and ready to be done. She thinks that maybe she already knew that Party State was no longer for her, and she subconsciously sabotaged herself. At least that’s her explanation for what happened next.


She sat across from her rusher. Diagonal from her was ex’s hook up. Ex’s best buddy passed behind her several times. It was uncomfortable. Then she said it. She told her rusher how grateful she was to be there because she was not interested AT ALL in the other two chapters that invited her back, and if she didn’t get into this chapter she was dropping out of recruitment. Yeah, she did. Go ahead and quote it in the “What Not to Say During Recruitment” thread.


She went through Lemon Bars and Blueberry Tarts in a blur. Again, they probably could have given her a ticker tape parade as she walked in the door and it wouldn’t have mattered, but in fact, the conversations were awkward and full of lulls. She knows she can’t blame this entirely on her rushers – she admits that at this point, while she wasn’t rude, she wasn’t trying hard either.