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There is indeed a twist -- good guess.
I walk up to pick up my bids, there are tons of girls laughing/crying, rho chis behind the desk etc.
It turns out I received NO invites.
My rho chi didn't have the decency to call me so I wouldn't have to be humiliated infront of people I don't know.
She never called me.
In fact, thinking back, I think that is completey unforgiveable.
I was so embarrassed! I was pissed that the embarrassement could have been avoided.
It's not like she didn't have my correct phone number. She called me when she needed to swap out the two houses for me early in the process.
Stupid bitch. She had a name that was two names and it was ridiculous. It wasn't a name like AnneMarie. It was a name like JulieMable. Like, not just Julie, not just Mable. Effing pick one!
So, I brushed it off and never really thought what went wrong.
Looking back, what I heard was that the rush process (remember this was before it was all computerized) went haywire.
I'm by no means saying I wasn't deservingly cut across the board. If I'm a loser I'm a loser. But I didn't think I was. If I was cut for grades, I think I was cut early in the process.
I did think that perhaps my loser boyfriend had something to do with it. He was lurking around during all the rounds in disguise of waiting to give me a ride home but who knows.
Maybe they knew I wasn't affluent?
Maybe I really did lack some serious social skills.
I had a decent reputation in high school. I was a cheerleader afterall. I got into the college I was attending. I don't really know.
What I think the most about though is what would have happened if I had rushed as a freshman. Would I have imploded even more so? Or are freshman who are clueless more acceptable that sophmores who are clueless?
So, I went to the Saints open house and thought about becoming a founding sister of that chapter...
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