Growing up, I never thought I would go greek. My mother went to school overseas and didn't really know anything about the greek system, and my dad was and is vehemently anti-greek.
The summer before I started college, I started getting rush booklets, phone calls, letters, etc. informing me about the greek system - well, my dad forbade me to rush - but I was still curious... as an intelligent adult woman, I could not dismiss out of hand something I knew nothing about, simply because my father said so.
So I got to school, and the only thing going on that first week was rush, so I figured I'd sign up, find out more about the greek system, perhaps find my home, and if nothing else, meet some new people. I didn't really know what to expect, and I soon found myself wondering if all the women at my new school were really that bubbly and cheerful all year.
By the end of round 2, I was convinced of two things. 1 - I loved the idea of being part of a sisterhood, the special bond, a venue by which to give back to the community, etc. 2 - None of the four national sororities then at my school were the right fit for me.
But I had heard that a brand-new local sorority was holding its first-ever rush following formal rush week, so I dropped out of FR to rush there. And I found my home
