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I was pretty popular in high school, and had high hopes of continuing to be “cool” in college, even if my grades fell to the wayside in the process. Yes, I was a stupid, immature idiot of a college student. I went to parties almost every night and had crushes on all of the “right” boys, which included pretty much any athlete I could meet. When I first arrived at school I made friends with a couple girls in my dorm. They were nice, but I didn’t think I would have a deep connection with any of them. Our backgrounds and priorities were very different (for instance, they actually cared about school work).
During the fall I went to a party with my dorm friends, which turned out to be a rush event for Red. I had no idea what rush events were, just that some random girls had invited us to their house to party… for free! I might have been the most clueless PNM ever. I ended up talking to a Red member that night, and I remember her telling me all kinds of facts about Red and it’s members. Later that week another girl from Red stopped by my dorm room and asked me if I wanted to come to another one of their parties. It was then that I finally realized I was being rushed by Red (remember- I was quite possibly the dumbest PNM ever). I thought of how I hadn’t heard much about Red, and how all the members seemed so… forgettable. I remember thinking that if Red was the only sorority that I had met, were greeks at my school like them? Maybe this was something I didn’t want to be a part of. I told the Red member (and myself) that I just wasn’t interested in greek life, and went about my freshman year without a glance back.
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