No, it's just that it takes a long time to remember all the details!
Let's see...we went to the cafeteria to get our invitations which were late because, of course, the computer broke down. The next day would have 9 parties so everyone hoped for at least 9 invitations. I opened my envelope-good, got that one back, got that one, and that--I had 10, I was happy! The 4 that cut me were good but they were ultra-feminine, deep South types so I wasn't too upset although when I got back to the dorm, it turned out that all the upperclassmen there had been cut by the same 4 and some of them were really upset.(run-on, I know, but you get it) It began to occur to us that even if you had good grades and activities, some sororities weren't at all pro-upperclassmen.
So I went to 9-party day (all 9 in one day) and had a great time. Several had begun to stand out! We went to the cafeteria again the next day for our (late, you know why) invitations. Let's see...good, good, oh crud that one must have cut me, good, !!! what are you doing in here-I cut you yesterday, and so on. I had been cut by 3 (2 of those hurt). That night I would find out that those 3 had also cut the rest of the upperclassmen.
We had to cut down to 5 and I had 6. I was already somewhat tired of putting on the Southern charm and smiling and chatting. Even though I was the same age as most of the other rushees (18), I was a junior and was ready to be a sorority member. Enough of this rush business. I had an idea...
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