You guys are hilarious. Thanks for emceeing this thread for me between my posts.
I bring you....today's installment!!
Round 3 (Skit)
I woke up this morning feeling great after a fun night with my new friends and a great night's sleep - I always sleep SO well in the rain! The weather had cleared up by morning thankfully, because for Skit we had to go back to dressing up. For this round, I had a dress my mom had picked out on one of our rush shopping trips. I'd thought it looked terrible on the hanger, but she convinced me to try it on and I'm so glad she did. It fit like a glove, was a great color on me, and was memorable without being over-the-top. I felt so good today that I even dared to slip on - gasp! - a pair of wedges with my dress.
When I made it to Greek Row and sat down with my Pi Chi group I was handed an envelope just like the last one, sealed with my name on it. This time I was calm and collected as I tore open the seal. I was having an awesome rush, my new friends were great, the sun was shining, and nothing could ruin my great mood....
.....except what I saw staring back at me from the paper inside.
Round 3 (Skit)
Trumpet
Saxophone
Violin
Piano
My hands started shaking as the reality sank in.
Of the twelve houses I'd visited for Philanthropy, only one out of every three had liked me enough to invite me back.
Of my four favorites from Philanthropy (Saxophone, Guitar, Percussion, and Viola), I'd only managed to hold on to one.
Three out of my four Skit parties were for houses I'd tried to cut the day before.
This was NOT going according to plan.
I realized, thankfully, that my first party wasn't for another 2 hours, so I hurried back to my dorm room, managing to delay the waterworks until I got inside. For most of those two hours I sat on my bed with my two lifelines, my Bible and my cell phone with my mom on the line, alternating between the two of them in seeking solace.