A SCANDALOUS NPHC Recruitment Story!

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Welcome to the 3rd and final installment of my journey.

Running upstairs to my apartment, I ripped the envelope open as soon as the door was closed. Immediately, I started jumping around and screaming—the invitation to rush was here! Haha I’m ashamed to admit, I gleaned through GC in the nights leading up to it for tips on what to say/not to say/what to wear/not to wear. But the advice was really helpful (and the train wrecks gave me lots of laughs to calm my nerves)! I wore a simple white button down with black slacks and a blazer. However, I was a wreck and a half—I have HUGE anxiety at times and I had a full-blown panic attack when I couldn’t find my iron. After 15 minutes of crying and hyperventilating on the floor, I realized it was lying next to my foot. Nice.

When I arrived, my sister was the first person I saw. I come from a family of Olivias, remember? She was there to greet me and it was so good to see a smiling face. There were lots of gasps and hugs as the Olivias embraced me. Several times, I heard “I had no idea! Why didn’t you tell us you were interested?!” My friends introduced me around and I had a GREAT time. It was so much fun! I took an application packet and started working on it as soon as I got home. I ordered my transcripts online that night and filled out the papers until I fell asleep. I was able to use my essay from the first time I applied, but revamped it to reflect how much else I’ve done and how much I’ve grown over the years. Things moved pretty quickly from there and my interview rolled around in no time. It was like going to see the freakin’ wizard, it was so nerve-wracking! But I answered the questions the best I could and they smiled encouragingly when I fumbled. Though it felt like years of waiting, I finally got that phone call…and promptly humiliated myself when I broke into a war dance of happiness and let out a strangled scream of glee. The Olivia who was STILL ON THE PHONE just cracked up as I apologized to everyone in the vicinity because I’d scared the mess out of a lot of people.

Fast-forward to just a few days ago. The room was filled with candles and I looked around at the 7 amazing women I had spent time with over the past weeks. All 8 of us were crying and there were mascara-stained tracks running down my white dress but I didn’t care. I couldn’t believe this moment was finally here and I was overwhelmed by how much I loved my line sisters and all of the big sisters in that room. My mother and sister walked forward to pin me and I totally lost it. The 3 of us broke into sobs, so happy to be sorors at last. It was honestly one of the best days of my entire life. This was the moment I had been running toward for 8 years and I had arrived! I was FINALLY an Olivia! I was so ashamed to admit it and didn't say it out loud to anyone but, as the entire room began to hug and exchange gifts, all I could think was........
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