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I wanted to start off by apologizing for the whole blonde stereotyping thing - I'm so sorry if that offended anyone. I promise I'm not usually one to pass judgement based on someone's hair color; I just wanted to convey how utterly ridiculous my idea of a "sorority girl" was as I went into recruitment. Blondes of the GC community, you are all beautiful and I am eternally jealous! <3
On with the story.....
Evening of Day 0 - Convocation
I recall sitting on the floor of my room that night with other rushees who lived on my hall and were my new neighbors. We were doing each other's nails, and I was trying to hold my own as the conversation flowed between topics like celebrities, hairstyles and fashion, none of which were anywhere remotely near my comfort zone. My iPod was playing on shuffle and I was on pins and needles at the end of every song, terrified that the next one to play would be Chopin or Debussy, revealing the musician/nerd I was trying so hard to conceal.
Let me clarify, I by no means thought poorly of my new friends and neighbors. I genuinely liked them, but was intimidated by them. They were exactly the kind of beautiful, funny and confident girls I had always been jealous of in high school. So far they seemed to like and accept me too, which thrilled me, but I was scared it wouldn't last long once they realized just what a weirdo I really was.
Anyway, the "tent talk" had already begun in full force. Flute was .... ahem ... "promiscuous." Cello was the "top" chapter on campus and impossible to get into. Violin was on bottom and would take pretty much anyone. Bassoon girls had money out you-know-where.
I was trying really hard to tune out the gossip because I genuinely wanted to go into recruitment with an open mind, but the more I heard, the more upset I became. By the time everyone left our room that night, I had essentially psyched myself into thinking that I was never, EVER going to find happiness in ANY Panhellenic sorority.
My mind was pretty much made up. I was withdrawing from NPC recruitment and rushing the Christian sorority on campus.
Now I apologize if my faith offends anyone, but it's really too big a part of this story to leave out. The only reason I didn't call my Pi Chi and withdraw from recruitment that night came during my evening quiet time.
"Go! I am sending you out like lambs among wolves." -Matthew 10:3
God convinced me to stick it out; just for one day. Maybe no sorority on campus had a squeaky-clean reputation, but I was far from perfect myself, and maybe God was calling me to spend the next four years learning to love imperfect people just as He does.
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