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After my last party during prefs, I got into my mother's car and declared that I would "rather transfer than not be XYZ." Now, I wasn't serious. I was a transfer student- from a tiny college with no Greek life- and was in love with my school. I still am. There is no place else I would rather be; my heart is devoted to this school. But in that moment- with tears rolling down my face from one of the most beautiful ceremonies I have ever seen, and holding that flower- a part of me did feel like it was XYZ or not worth it.
So I can understand the urge to just get out of the school. I wouldn't (and I didn't- I'm not in XYZ), and would never really consider it beyond a passing, emotional comment. No sorority experience makes up for what this university has brought to me. But I do remember my first weeks of freshman year, being so lonely, so overwhelmed, and feeling like I would never fit in, and I can't imagine if I believed the entire school was Greek life, and on top of all the emotion I was feeling, not getting to be Greek. Heck, I almost lost my mind waiting for bid day, and I'm not in the SEC, and Greek life is by no means the center of my school.
It may seem completely irrational, and maybe it is. I don't think I'd want my daughter to do it. But when I go back and read the journal I kept during those first weeks away at school, and the one I kept before and during rush, add those two together, and stick them in 110-degree heat, I can understand.
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