So, I'm finally back in Cornell, and it's already the second week of classes starting tomorrow. The most reasonable thing to do at this point would be to do homework, but let's be real: it's not like I would do anything so blatantly useful at this point. So, with a minor headache and aching body, let's go ahead and talk about rush week.
Rush week is a week before classes start. I came back to Cornell on January 17th, and we had our first meeting at seven that day. I have to say that I was extremely excited to come to Shithaca, NY. As of late, my personal life has been in a serious shithole, and I had been feeling... a mixture of things. Seeing my friends after an entire month instantly brightened up my mood, and I was surprisingly excited for what was to come. Still, I could help but be a bit apprehensive about the whole rush situation...
Everyone has heard horror stories about girls rushing sororities. The most infamous one I can think of is how girls have to sit on a laundry machine butt-naked and have the other girls circle the parts that jiggle. One of the lesser-known but much more horrifying involves child pornography of some sort and newspaper... Yeah, I don't think anyone wants me to go into more detail. Moving on, I really didn't know what to expect. I knew a lot of my friends were rushing, but I wasn't worried about them by any means. They're all friendly, sweet, and outgoing, and ridiculously gorgeous. I felt like I was going to be thrown into a pit full of vicious Chihuahuas. Or something similar to those lines.
The first meeting was just a general one; we were placed into our Rho Gamma groups (a group of about 20 girls with whom you visit all the houses the first two days) and met our Rho Gamma leader. Oddly enough, I ended up being in the same group with one of the girls on my floor. We were fairly good friends before the rush experience, and I couldn't be more thankful that I actually had someone to talk to without feeling awkward this entire time. At the meeting, everything seemed... official. It was intimidating, to say the least. The process seemed very cutthroat, and honestly, I don't think I've ever seen a larger congregation of uteruses (or is it uteri?) in my entire life. It turned out that over 700 girls decided to rush this spring semester. And there were only 11 sororities. Each sorority accepts roughly 40 girls into their respective pledge classes. This meant that roughly 260 girls wouldn't even get a bid at the end of the whole process. Freak-out ensued.
I didn't really get much sleep that night, and just wondered how everything would go down. Would these girls judge me based on my appearance? Were my Forever 21 clothes mediocre at best? Would my obnoxious personality clash with all of the other sororities? Would they all hate me? Still, as much as I did think about the whole process, I didn't really care for it all too much. If I joined a sorority, that's great. If not, it wasn't the end of the world. I tried to go into the whole process with an open mind, thinking that this process wouldn't change me in the slightest. And so I woke up the next day, and Round 1 was about to begin.