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I'll be completely honest.
My story is NOT made up. And I am not out to "Hurt' the sorority I described, that's why I didn't name the organization.
The story I described on the first page is my story.
I was a triple legacy to an organization and cut during recruitment. A lot of my friends are in this organization. I had a great time while I was there (We don't live together, so in their designated "room" on campus for recruitment) and I really wanted to be there--not simply b/c of my family's involvement with the group.
My mother never stressed that I be in the group, in fact she told me to go where I wanted to be "happy" however I honestly thought this place was the place for me.
As carnation said, the entire process has incredibly hurt my mother. And it has hurt me. Sure, I am now in a different sorority (just FYI this organization was the only sorority that cut me--i.e. i got invited back to every other greek group on campus that i preffed high enough to return, i.e. we can only return to 5, for ex.) and I am in some ways happy where I ended up. But I will always long to have been in their sorority.
I began this thread with anonymity, because I was scared to simply give you "my side" of the story. I was sure people would tell me that "that's life, you're never guranteed just b/c you're a legacy, blah blah blah" and I can't handle being berrated any more.
When I see my friends wearing my mom's, grandmother's, and aunt's letters and how happy they are, I am incredibly saddenned. I was raised around the wonderful people of this sorority (from my mother's sorority sisters, to my aunt's, to even my grandmother's) and was so undoubtedly excited about how much fun they seemed when I rushed them.
I guess I will never know what happenned.
-SB
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