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installment 5
Day 5 dawned, and I dressed to go and pick up my invitation. Then I heard it. A timid knock. I opened the door, and there stood Antoinette. I instinctively hugged her, knowing the news. Then I started to cry. And cry, and cry. I was practically hysterical (In hindsight, I cannot believe that there were no counselors on call for cases like this.) Anyway, I somehow found a ride to the dorm I would be living in. I called my mom, and told her that I had withdrawn. I could not bear to admit that I had been released. I moved into my dorm, and met my new roommate. She, too, had withdrawn. We met up with some other rush dropouts, and went out that night. (many girls seemed to have withdrawn from rush) I adjusted to college life, and made friends. The story could end here… or I could tell you what ultimately happened. What will it be?
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