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A Good Night Turns Bad
It had been such a great night. I was feeling really happy. I reluctantly headed back up to the lounge in my dorm.
I was getting to know the girls in the lounge and to appreciate their strange quirks. They were truly the most bizarre group of girls I’ve ever come across. One girl, Annie, was constantly practicing her Chinese. (To this day, I remember how to say, “Hi. How are you?” in Chinese.) Another girl was obsessed with Leif Garrett to the point of following him around the country –
with her parents! She also barked in her sleep. Another one (we all knew who but couldn’t prove it) was stealing strange things from everyone’s dressers. There was a quiet girl I barely remember and 2 very loud girls who I ended up going to a Prince concert with in Baltimore. They were always performing for us in the lounge. They liked to sing along into their hairbrushes to “Darling Nikki” complete with falling to the floor and screaming “come back Nikki, come back!” And then there was Teri. I was closest to her even though sometimes I didn’t think too highly of her. (She was engaged and wanted to break it off but was waiting until after Christmas because she knew her fiancé was getting her some nice jewelry.)
For the most part during Rush I would come back to the lounge after the parties and the girls would ask me how it went. I would tell them that it was going fine, but I didn’t go into the details. This night though, I stayed up talking with Teri for a while. I told her about the night I had. I didn’t know what would happen the next day with invitations to Preference but I really had my heart set on two sororities. She asked me which one I liked best and I told her
Soccer, with
Water Skiing a very close second. She looked at me kind of strangely and said, “I didn’t know you were Jewish.” I said, “I’m not. Why?” and she said, “Soccer’s a Jewish sorority. You can’t join a Jewish sorority if you’re not Jewish!”
“WHAT?!!”
I felt like such an idiot. The conversation quickly ended.
I had trouble sleeping that night thinking about what Teri had said. I thought about
Soccer. Okay, I guess the girls I had met were Jewish. I hadn’t really thought about it. I couldn’t believe that I wouldn’t be allowed to join because of my religion. The idea just seemed so archaic. Finally, I decided that Teri couldn’t possibly know what she was talking about. I decided to stop worrying about it and let the chips fall where they may.
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