I just want to say that when it comes to deciding where you feel at home then it shouldn't be all that confusing. I went through formal rush my freshman year with the girls on my floor. I knew where I wanted to be by the second night. I knew I was home when I walked in the door. I suicided on Bid Night, and I got a bid. I love my house tremendously.
One of my floormates that I was close to went through with me, when she heard me talking about how much I loved this particular house she suicided also. Telling me how great it would be for us to be sisters. However, things didn't work out for her. Three days later she was snap-bidded on by a struggling chapter on the campus. She accepted, and went through pledging and initiation. Two months or less afterwards she de-activated. The point of this story is that she didn't care what house she was in. She just wanted to belong. Her and I are still friends, and she realizes now that she only joined any house, because she wanted to fit in somewhere.
The moral of this, and my advice. If you are unsure, don't sign your bid card. To me your letters are forever. You are forever a sister of your house. So, you should know where you want to be, it shouldn't be a big hoping and wishing thing. If you don't get in to the house you like then chalk it up to not being meant at that time, and rush again. Don't settle, you'll never be completely happy.
|
Hybrid Mode
