So the next day I had the thought of bid day on my mind....couldn't shake it. Bid Day was on a Tuesday, but I had a night class on Tuesday that I was already dreading and it was only the second week of school. We were told by IFC that if we had a conflict we could go to the Greek life office and find out if we got bids and if so we could sign the bids. I remember walking over to the Greek housing where the Greek office was also located at the time (it has since moved). I walked in and told the receptionist why I was there and she went to go talk to the the guy who was in charge of the IFC and fraternities. He told me he would find my name and see if I got a bid. So I sat down in the lobby and remember just praying that I would have a bid. I knew since I suicided Brad Paisley it was all or nothing, but now I was wondering if I should have given Garth Brooks another chance. I beat it into my mind that all I wanted was Brad Paisley as I waited paitently. Eventually the director invited me into his office. My heartbeat began to beat rapidly, and then he gave me the news...
that...
I had not received a bid.
He proceeded to tell me that this year was the most rushees that ever come through recruitment and that over 75 guys had gone bidless. I kept it together but I'm sure my expression showed my disappointment. I thanked him for his time, shook his hand, and left the office. Honestly, I don't remember what happened after that. I took the long walk of shame back to my room, thinking what I did wrong. I spent that night alone for the most part as my roommate was out having a crazy bid night with his new pledge brothers and fraternity, Trace Adkins. I remember thinking how this could happen to me when overall I felt like I was a great guy. What did I do at Brad Paisley's house that could make them decide that I wasn't what they were looking for. I talked to my family and told them the bad news and my sister was sympathetic to my cause considering she had dropped out of her school's recruitment.
The worst part was constantly seeing all the fun Greeks were having. I saw plenty of facebook pictures and people walking around for mixers, formals and semi-formals, philanthropies such as Anchor Splash which seemed like all the fraternity guys were having lots of fun and forming great friendships. I just felt like I was missing out on everything and that I hadn't formed any great friendships at my school. Soon I was wondering if this was really was supposed to be. I soon began visiting my best friends from high school and saw how much fun they were having at their schools and I wished I could have that. It just all seemed so unfair. While they were out having the time of their lives, I ended up working a job where I worked weekend nights and barely went out. My most exciting part of the day was class. It just seemed so wrong. I knew I didn't want to give up on Greek life, so the story will continue on.
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