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Pref Night Part Two
My night began with Plath. I wasn't not sure what to expect. I entersx the house, full of beautiful candles and flowers. My rush date was the newspaper editor and that’s right, the President of Plath. The President of Plath is rushing me. The President of Plath is rushing me. The President of Plath is rushing me. I must have said this to myself a hundred times as we walked outside to a table and nearly knocked over a candle. We sat down and had a good chat about all the things I’d learned about Plath over the week. Suddenly, I was beaming. I loved it there. Everyone was so poised, polished, and kind. She asked me how I felt. I told her how happy I was to be at Plath and mustered up the courage to say, “I can really see myself here”. She told me, “Good! We were hoping you’d say that.” My other rusher was a girl I’d had earlier in the week. As the President left to conclude the ceremony she told me I was cute and fabulous and that she wanted me there. I’m cute with this monstrosity on my nose? If you say so. The end of ceremony moved many actives to tears and I hoped I’d be lucky enough to join this group of girls who proved themselves to be so wonderful. Was I confident enough to a Plath? Had the right sorority been under my (blemished) nose all along?
I end with Eliot. My rush date is the sophomore newspaper girl and she was very happy to see me. I enjoyed the ceremony but felt awkward during our conversation. I tried to steer it away from my decision but failed. She asked me how I felt, and I told her I was unsure and confused. I hated to lie but I really didn’t want to hurt her feelings. The girls took so much pride in their sorority’s preference night and I was honored to be invited. Still, was I truly an Eliot? Some others seemed to think so and I had met a lot of cool girls throughout the week….
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