Okay, Okay, carnation's retro rush thread (ie, how not to do recruitment)

[carnation]

And I was asked back! (Yes, to XYZ as well.)

I don't remember one pref party, it's been too long. I remember walking into the other one, though, and being surrounded by the smell of carnations. The members were dressed in white with arrows on silver-blue ribbons around their necks. We sat at tables and conversed quietly while the cake was being served...every rushee pulled a wine-red ribbon from the cake and her name was on a tiny card attached to it! (I still don't know how they did it.)

Then they began the ceremony. Each of us rose one by one to take a wine carnation from the garden that surrounded the chapter president. We were seated in a horseshoe with a member standing behind each of us. At one point, each member placed her arrow necklace around her rushee's neck.

I felt like I was home--if the members only thought so too. I had seen too many people hurt on Bid Day (remember Debbie and Cathy?) to feel like it was a sure thing.

And we went to the Social Center and ranked our preferences. For the upperclassmen who were living in our dorm, it would be a long night. Most had had bad rush experiences before--all had friends who had had them--and we couldn't sleep. The rush counselor told us that she would call at a certain time if someone wasn't getting a bid.

[carnation]

The phone rang.

[violetpretty]

WHAT?!?!?

[LOVEinZTA]

NOOOOOOOOOO!

hehe, I know we sat up all night calling each other in the dorm just to freak people out! Mean, mean, mean!

[violetpretty]

Well, we know she preferenced where she ends up. Also, she didn't say who called her.

[AlwaysSAI]

I bet it was her mom.....

[carnation]

It was the rush counselor. She had said she would be calling the floor phone if any one of us upperclassmen didn't get a bid.

[AlwaysSAI]

All of these cliff hangers just are not fair!

[AlphaFrog]

Originally Posted by carnation

It was the rush counselor. She had said she would be calling the floor phone if any one of us upperclassmen didn't get a bid.

That's kind of embarrassing. I mean, not that word wouldn't get out, but imagine someone answering the floor phone and yelling "Hey Patty PNM, the rush counselor is on the phone for you..." and then Patty yelling "Debbie Downer, it's your turn...".