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Skit Night.
I received invites back to my top three choices, Thomas, Eliot, and Plath. The max we could go back to was three, so I cut Yeats. Even though our rush is not competitive, a few girls received only two invites or just one. One of the girls I became close to in my Gamma Chi group, Kate, was cut from Thomas. I heard rumors that Thomas was cutting heavily and by pref night they’d only invite girls who would make up their pledge class. A divide was beginning, most of the girls I’d met at the start of school were going Yeats. Two of my friends from home who seemed so adamant about Eliot were favoring Yeats as well! What was going on? Why didn’t I have stronger feelings?
At least I had my outfit under control. I wore a green embroidered sun dress with strappy sandals (if you can’t tell, I love sandals) with my hair neatly placed in waves. With quiet confidence, I began one of the most telling nights of rush.
First was Thomas. The lodge was decorated to the max and the sisters didn’t miss a beat. The skit was amazing. I loved my rusher and did my best to keep up our conversation flowing. I was blown away by their dance moves and cute story line. Simply put, I fell in love with this house. I’m a Thomas, I told myself.
Next comes Eliot. As usual, their enthusiasm stole the show. Their skit wasn’t quite as creative or engaging as Thomas’ but each active played her role well. I was amused by the plot line and had a great chat with my rushers. Once again the sophomore newspaper girl rushed me. She was so warm with a zany side to her personality. I wondered if I would disappoint her. Is my personality bubbly enough to fit in with this animated set of girls?
Last we have Plath. Their skit was clever and entertaining. I had trouble hearing my rusher and worried she would think I was uninterested. I could definitely tell this was a classy, glamorous set of girls with a down to earth side. Were they interested in me? I’d had good conversations in the best, loved the President, but the other PNMs proclamations that I was more of an Eliot was starting to get to me.
I was beginning to understand the personalities of the houses better. But did I know my own? I could see a bit of myself in each remaining house. I played the, “Well what do you think I am?”, game with the other PNMs too much and ranked….
Thomas
Eliot
Plath
That night as I went to bed I knew I’d made a mistake. But how big of one?
Time crept by slowly until the Gamma Chis arrived with a knock on my door…
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