I didn't have the best rush experience. I was kind of clueless and me, being from a small town, thought I would be really cool and mature during the parties (meaning, I dressed like a 38-year-old not an 18-year-old). Well, I was cut pretty hard after 10-party-day and was only invited back to 4 houses the next day, two of which I wasn't terribly interested in.
Pi Phis were one of the first houses I went to that day (and one that I really liked) but I was so shook up and nervous that I was not really thinking about what I was saying. My rusher asked one of those "kiss-of-death" questions (one of those that can either make or break you in that house). I think it was something about how my friends would describe me or something. Anyway, I start talking and all of a sudden I find myself talking a little too enthusiastically about the PBS show
Wishbone (you know the one with the little Jack Russell Terrier that reinacts classic novels) and how much I liked it and how one of my friends had gotten me the stuffed Wishbone for Christmas (it was one of those inside joke things).
I couldn't stop myself! I kept talking like this show--that's geared for 8-12-year-olds--was the coolest thing since sliced cheese and blah blah. The poor girl was just sitting there and I think she was so happy to pass me off (and I think she even referenced the tv show). I left the party feeling SO stupid and knew that it was bye-bye Pi Phis. I can just imagine the things that were said about me during their selection session that night.
To make it worse, I was then so stressed out after that horrible conversation at Pi Phis that when I went to Kappas next, I had a mini breakdown and started crying! Oy. Luckily they were super, super sweet about it (I was a legacy though my older sister so many of the girls knew me) and made me feel tons better.
You can bet I was disappointed--but not surprised--that I was not invited back to Pi Phis for preference!