I’ve posted here for years, but finally thought I had a point to make about recruitment to bother doing my own story. I talk about my opinions about recruitment quite frequently, but finally realized that my story illustrates my points pretty well. I’ve changed my name and disguised the chapters so you will have some investigation to keep you detectives out there interested! Keep in mind that I will be writing this like I’m still 17 and stupid!
First, I grew up near a prominent SEC school and swore all my life that I would be going to Big State University. My older sister, Katie, who is less than a year older than me went up north to Smaller State School for their nursing program from which our mother had graduated. I let everyone in my family know that I would rather die than attend that school, but after my sister had been gone for a few months, I really began to miss her. I got a full paid scholarship to Smaller State School and quickly decided that I would go there instead. (Of course, I told everyone that I decided to go there since they didn’t require Calculus for my major unlike Big State University, and I HATE math!)
Katie had gone to rush the week before school started her freshman year at the urging of our mother who had always wanted to be a Cherry at Smaller State School but didn’t have the money to join. Katie called home the night after prefs crying that she had made a big mistake. She’d put Strawberry first on her list but thought she should have put Cherry. I could hear her crying to my mother and just rolled my eyes.

She ended up getting a bid from Cherry and loved the chapter from day one.
Katie, of course, gave me the scoop on all of the chapters on campus (not too hard considering there were only four!) Apple was the most desirable group. Katie had been cut by them after day 3. Strawberry and Cherry were nearly equal in status, though Cherry was probably a little behind. Watermelon was a struggling chapter. My little 17 year old mind decided that I would be an Apple. Cherry would be my back-up.