Recruitment Uncut

[PrincessPNM]

I’ve never shared my rush experience before with anyone and I recently realized that I want to. It may have been mostly typical, but it was still a special week of my life that I remember nearly perfectly. Take it as you will.

Couple things:
¯I might be a regular poster on this site under a different name. I might not be.
¯I will not be revealing my school, my code, or my organization as it may be.
¯If you would like to guess, however, feel free.
¯I’m also not telling when this story is from. I may have rushed this year (in which my perfect recollection would make sense), I could have rushed six years ago or possibly some time in between.

I hate when recruitment stories are watered down, sugar candy coated and politically correct. The term “brutally honest” has been used before, but I just call it real. I didn’t like every chapter at my school for various reasons. I’m going to tell you all about those reasons without holding back. However, within this no holds barred attitude, I would like to retain an air of anonymity. I would assume you understand.

Also, if you’re easily offended, then prepare to be offended. I was Little Miss My-Shit-Don’t-Stink Picture Perfect freshman in my own mind. I might not be that person anymore, but I’m not going to pretend that my outlook on life didn’t greatly determine how my recruitment ended up.

My story doesn’t necessarily have a happy ending. It might, but if I told you flat out it wouldn’t be nearly as interesting.

So, to begin:

My school is filled with big fish from small ponds. Admission is extremely competitive, both into the university itself as well as the student groups. Every group requires some sort of audition, try-out, interview or application, and to be involved at all is a strong indicator of your worth.

I was not from a small pond. In fact, my pond was more of an ocean and a hugely desirable place to be from. Even to this day, people are very impressed with where I come from and the fact that I was as successful there as I was considering the vast amount of talented, successful, wealthy people I was surrounded by.

I considered myself a true asset to whatever organization ended up lucky to have me pledge. On paper, I was perfect: President of my senior class in high school, nationally ranked in tennis, 3.9 GPA, well known for my community service, wealthy, pretty and perfectly put together with stellar communication skills.

I went into recruitment without any recs. I had never heard of them before and, as far as I know, no one has ever submitted one. I was also not a legacy. At my school, this also has no bearing.

My school has nine chapters. I’m a bartender, so I’m going to name them after my favorite drinks:

Mojito
Margarita
Skinny Bitch (Ironically named. You will find out why in a later update. And no, it’s not the reason that you think.)
Sex on the Beach
Cosmopolitan
Mind Eraser
LI Iced Tea
Martini
Mimosa

I will continue tomorrow.