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Crimson Tide:
DD4 put on her cross, walked into Crimson Tide, and had those conversations. Did she like them? No. Did she give them a chance? Yes and that’s what matters. DD4 said that she still felt intense southern vibes of Christianity but she turned the other cheek and kept her head up throughout the entire party.
Houndstooth:
DD4 didn’t like them at all but she treated them like she loved them. She pretended to have a great time at the party, she pretended to enjoy her conversations, and after a while, she stopped pretending because she was having a genuinely good time. DD4 admitted that life wouldn’t be too bad as a sister of Houndstooth, their house still had a weird shape and one of their symbols was still gross, but she had a nice time with all the girls.
Pref:
Grandma and I were on a roll. The morning of pref we went to McDonalds, the gym, and then Mcdonalds once again. DD4 got ready in record time.
In the words of DD4, “why am I here? It’s like I made a huge mistake and I’m not meant to be here but I am.” and then she refused to tell me the houses that she’d been invited back to. She wouldn’t even tell me which house she’d meant her words about.
DD4 did exactly what we’d all warned her not to do. She only ranked one house and signed her MRABA. Grandma and I shook, Grandma and I shivered. No one slept all night. We’d bought Greek presents for her. We’d assumed which sorority she’d run home to. We didn’t know, we were completely in the dark. We’d assumed that she’d get back the 2 houses
Bid day:
I got up, I tried to put on a dress. It wouldn’t zip. I took out a nice sundress that I’ve had since 2000 when I was pregnant with the girls. It zipped. We went to the stadium. Bid Day began. We walked house to house. Wandered through yards filled with screaming girls and crying mothers.
We found DD4. Happy. Content. Smiling. With a group of friends. “Is that DD4?” I asked Grandma as we passed the house “I think so! We could be wrong, she looks too happy to be DD4.” Grandma responded. DD4 looked at us and waved. We dashed over. DD4 had made it to...
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