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The next day I was more scared and queasy than I had ever been. Waiting for my schedule was making me want to vomit. I just knew I was about to get dropped from almost every house. Why would I even want to rush? Of course these houses wouldn't want me. I'm just a nobody. I looked around at the other girls in my recruitment group. Those were the girls meant to be in a sorority. Not me.
But then my name was called. My recruitment counselor took one look and me and smiled. She handed me my schedule and laughed.
I had 7/8 houses. I started to laugh/cry and it was really embarrassing. I practically skipped back to the other girls standing around in my group. Some of them were crying. Only one girl got a full schedule. One was saying she was going to drop out because she "only" got five houses. The girl with the full schedule said something like, "Just be glad you don't have to go back to Braeburn or Ginger Gold. They were awful" Then they said some really snide remarks about a bunch of other houses. I tried to tune them out. But I still remember this conversation pretty well.
So without further ado, here is the schedule I had:
Honeycrisp
Golden Delicious
Braeburn
Ambrosia
Fuji
Red Delicious
Gala
Turns out the issue with Pink Crisp and McIntosh wasn't an issue at all, because I didn't get invited back to them. But I couldn't care less. I was walking on clouds. I was the happiest girl in all of the 1000 girls who were rushing. I was someone that these sororities might want. I was someone who could be their sister. I was someone.
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