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OKAY FINALLY am going to finish this thing!
By 3pm nobody had come to my door!! YIPEE!!! I had made it! I was in SOMEWHERE! You could hear the hall come to life, and to this day it reminds me of the scene in the Wizard of Oz when the munchkins come out to greet Dorothy. None of us were quite sure if it was okay to come out, but we were all excited to do so. At first, we all tentatively started making our way to Fulton and then we all started running… we got there and it was pandemonium trying to find our RC’s. My hands shook as I took the card from my one RC who had revealed her self to be Marshalls and I walked over to be by myself to open it. I had agonized all night about whether I had listed the right house as my first choice. And standing there with an actual bid card I realized it didn’t matter- if I was that torn I was going to be happy either way. I knew that. I liked both houses and if my indecisiveness from the night before was indication, I would be fine in whichever one was listed.
I opened and I started screaming. Tears sprang to my eyes-- I had gotten my first choice! I was a Bloomingdales!!!! Kyrushee who I had met at orientation and had been in my rush group and become great friends with was screaming as well- she was a Bloomingdales too!!! We were sisters!!! We screamed together grabbed hands and ran down sorority row to our new home!!!! Where we were greeted by the entire chapter, standing out on the lawn, singing and clapping loudly to the greatest song my ears had ever heard…
are you a Zeta …I said a Zeta… well I’m a Zeta too!
I was in the first official / formal pledge class of the newly re-colonized Zeta Tau Alpha. The active who made the comment about the skit sucking would become my Big Sister and to this day I love her with all of my heart and she can still make me laugh until tears fall. We also found out that since that year was the first year they had participated in formal Ole Miss Rush they were clueless on just how competitive and stylized the other houses skits had been…. my AWESOME pledge class and I worked DAMN HARD to get the skit changed and made sure that it kicked A$$ the next year ☺
Final thoughts- Someone asked me to write this story and I thank them it was great fun- I agreed to write it because I hope that it may help any PNMs out there that may feel like the process doesn’t work , they don’t stand a chance coming in somewhere from out of state or who are crushed that their #1 house released them. I got over my rush crush almost immediately and realized after the fact that I never would have fit in there. Too many girls in that pledge class already knew each other and had established bonds that I never would have broken into. Much to my shock and amazement the “system” actually DID (and still does) work. I found a house that allowed me to be myself and allowed me to “fit in”. Even funnier, is the fact that I have found that no matter the so called “tier” or place on campus, each GLO has their very own traits that make it home to their members. When I called my BF who went to UGA at the time and told her who I had pledged she said she had “known all along that I would make a perfect ZTA”. My rec for ZTA (my cousins Mother-in-Law who I had met all of 3 times) told me later in life she had written in her rec letter to the house that from the moment she had met me she could tell I was a ZTA. I still meet women who I know almost instantly are probably “sisters”. I have other friends discuss this phenom as well. A good friend of mine who is/ was a DG (not at ole miss) has said before that she knows her daughter will not pledge them that she “just isn’t a DG”. Too often I think PNMs get too wrapped up in the “here and now” and the “tent talk” without realizing that they WILL end up where they are meant to be… and that Recruitment is so much bigger than 4 years of college or what one campuses rep might be. Good luck to all PNMs especially ones getting ready to go through at Ole Miss. Be yourself, have fun, trust the system and remember recruitment only last a week a good house last a lifetime! HOTTY TODDY ya’ll!
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