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Did I say UGA?? Don't be so sure : )
The following morning we met our Rho Chi's to get out party list for the day. She gave us a pep talk and also a warning that we may not have a full slate of parties. She advised us that no matter what we find when we open the envelope to continue to rush and keep an open mind. She distributed the envelopes and the girls anxiously opened them. I waited out of fear that I might have a blank card. Some girls were happy and some were not. With hands shaking I opened my envelope and saw that I not only had a full day of parties but that both DG and DDD had invited me back. Maybe my awkwardness wasn't as apparent as I thought it was.
I don't remember much about the rest of rush except a few of the house tours. I had gotten past the Wow factor and was now just enjoying every minute of the experience. At almost every house I was greeted with 'So your the girl from Alaska!' I didn't know if I was a celebrity or a freak, so I decided on celebrity and rolled with it.
Again, the sorority girls were perfectly poised, immaculately dressed and coiffed. I knew I didn't quite fit the mold but somehow I had a full day of parties. My roommate wasn't so lucky, she only had two parties and decided to drop out of rush. She actually dropped out of school before the month was up.
The following day I also had a full slate of parties. I didn't really care who they were with because I was just so happy that any sororities would have me back. I had no idea what was top tier or who was less desirable, I just rode the wave so to speak. The southern girls continued to impress me. They were so graceful and charming. When we took a seat they just about floated down onto the chair, I just plopped down. I wondered if southern belles were born this way and if maybe there was a chance that I could be like them now that I was in the south. There is a not so funny saying about Alaskan women " Alaska, where men are men and women are men too." I used to laugh at this when I lived in Alaska but now I could kind of see the point. I was a little rough around the edges in comparison to these graceful ladies. I chopped wood with my dad, 4 wheeled in the mud with the guys, knew how to change a tire and jump start a car, and I shoveled snow like a pro. I tried to be graceful, really I tried hard. But while trying to walk gracefully I tripped and fell and skinned my knee. What a dork! I decided to just be myself shortly afterward and let whatever happens happens.
The morning of pref day I awoke with a feeling of confidence. Things had been going really well, except for that fall, so it never occurred to me that I might not get any parties at all. We met our Rho Chi's and she handed out the envelopes, explaining the process and giving us another pep talk. She gave me my envelope last and also gave me what i thought was the briefest look of sympathy. I looked at my card and my heart stopped beating...I only had one pref party! I wasn't as devastated as I was embarrassed. I felt like a loser and I didn't want any of the girls in my group to know that I only had one party to go to. So I put on a smile and walked in the general direction of a sorority and then ducked into the first store I came by. I had to get a grip on my emotions and quick. My first two parties were empty and so I didn't have to be at my one pref party until the third round which gave me time to get my head in order. At least I had one party, and a good one at that. Instead of being upset, I decided that I was really lucky to have this one party and I would go and make the best of it.
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