A totally bitchen '80s rush story

[33girl]

We could list up to three groups at bid signing. So during my day of nothing but thinking (oh and attending class ha ha) I definitely ruled out two groups: County Seat and Reunion.

County Seat's members hadn't made enough of an impression on me that I wanted to do the extra work associated with finding a national. I was sure they would do well as more and more people were interested in going Greek, I just hadn't made any personal connections there.

While I'd been pleasantly surprised by the girls at Reunion, I hadn't liked them enough to put up with the amount of drama I knew it would cause with my current friends. Absolutely nothing against them personally, it was just the circumstances. Don't get me wrong, I think if I had really dug them, I would have gone through the fire, I just didn't feel that strongly about them.

That left me with three groups to think about.

[33girl]

We had between 9 and noon on Friday to go to the student center and sign our bids. After that we had to go and stay in our rooms until 4 PM and hope we didn't get a call telling us we had been released. (No cell phones back then, kids.)

I went to sign my bid sheet and already knew my number 3. Susie's Casuals went in this slot. While I really, really liked the girls and part of me wished so much I could be part of this group, I knew I would never feel truly comfortable - I would always be playing catch-up.

That left Foxmoor and Ups & Downs. I had been thinking about this for a long, long time. My heart was telling me one thing and my brain was telling me another. Well, actually, not really. I just knew I had made so many bad choices in my life prior to this moment, I probably should do the opposite (like George Costanza only several years prior).

I finally took a deep breath and filled out my sheet like so:

1. Foxmoor
2. Ups & Downs
3. Susie's Casuals

I'm not sure how Nancy filled out her sheet, but Molly suicided Ormond.