When you are supposed to make a decision within days of meeting a mass of blonde bubbly spirited philanthropic girls, who all have study hours and sisterhoods and brag about some greek award or another, it get really hard to differentiate, especially the first night.
That said, I kept my rush booklet and in retrospect, I admit my comments were awfully petty for some parties.
- I didn't want to wear Christmas colors year round.
- A girl I met in one house had such clumpy mascara. She was invading my personal space so intensely that I became transfixed on the fact that her lashes were actualy sticking together when she would blink.
I was naive and had to cut houses every night. Everyone was nice, so I had to start somewhere!
As a side note, I love DZ's colors and can only wish ours were as "preppy."
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