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Day 0 - Convocation
Recruitment convocation was late in the afternoon on the day of move-in. My family helped me move in to my dorm and after some teary goodbyes they went on their way and I made my way to convocation.
I walked to convocation with my roommate and a girl who lived on our hall. My roommate "Kat" and I were from opposite ends of the country and had met previously on a roommate-matching website. We got along fabulously, but I was already feeling jealous of her seemingly perfect "sorority girl" persona - blonde, pretty, and a successful pageant competitor. My gut told me she would have a much easier week than I would. The other girl, "Sara," lived a few doors down from us and had hit it off with Kat during move-in because they were from the same hometown. I walked quietly beside them while they chattered excitedly about their hometown, feeling left out and overwhelmingly nervous for the week to come.
My Pi Chi had contacted me earlier that week about where I would find her. I followed her instructions, sat down with my group, and immediately started sizing up the girls around me. (It's superficial, I know, but when your rush nerves are on edge, you just can't help it sometimes.)
The other girls in my group had their hair and makeup flawlessly prepared and sported cute sundresses. I, on the other hand, was wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt, both soaked with sweat from hauling all of my things during move-in. My makeup had long since been sweated off, and my brown hair was in a messy ponytail. Speaking of brown hair, my Pi Chi was the only other one who had it.
Blondes. All of them.
I was screwed.
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