Recruitment Week... Is it over yet?
If you thought girls were mean in high school then don’t bother even trying to rush. They judge you on looks, resume but mostly hearsay. This is the most shallow process I have ever been apart of, and I regret nothing.
The best part of rush, besides being done with it, is seeing the faces of the potential new members as we open the doors. We are all standing inside the front in the foyer, smiling, chanting our letters and bouncing simultaneously. We are women of many talents. We bounce and clap better than any other professional cheer team and we look just as beautiful. It’s not conceited, it's true. We aren’t allowed to rush girls if we don’t wax our eyebrows, have our hair colored, be spray tanned and have our nails done.
You would think by the way these girls look at us that they thought we were famous. After seeing all the effort put into rush to look “acceptable” I would rather be a normal person than famous. I have seen girls’ jaws drop at their first sight of us each day. It is the most satisfying feeling in the world. Every house, no matter how good or awkward they are, is able to do this. That is the beauty of recruitment. We dazzle them every day.
It’s like that feeling when you go on a first date, and you took three hours to get ready trying to look just perfect. All that time and preparation is worth it when your eyes are locked at the front door. Rush is like that, except you aren’t attracted to the girls. Seriously though, no girl on girl action.
Just because I rush someone doesn’t mean I want them in my sorority. I can’t tell you how many time I have rushed someone who I didn’t want to talk to. I would have rather been cleaning my ex-boyfriend’s frat house than rushing some of the girls I have had to talk to. I rose up to the challenge.
Even though I knew I was going to cut her before she crossed the threshold into my house, I treated her like my new best friend. I have laughed and cried fake tears with girls I knew I would probably never see again. Well, except for those awkward times on campus when we each lock eyes and nobody says anything to one another. It happens a lot.
I only rush top girls, and of course I fall in love for the “perfect girl” and have a rush crush. My rush crush is a girl I can see her in my sorority and we would just happen to also have the same taste in music and boys. What makes a girl a rush crush though is if she has integrity and shows strength and excellent character.
Believe it or not, sorority girls can have a conscience and know the difference between right and wrong. If a potential new member has all of these qualities then I am usually drooling and willing to cut anyone else to get my rush crush into my sorority.
By day four of rush, usually half of the girls in the chapter and on the row are on their periods at the same time. The mood swings could sink a battleship. Day four is also Preference Night, the cut throat night of rush week. We vote on every single girl that has come through our house that day, usually about 150 girls. We all vote in one room together voting with pen and paper, and aren’t allowed to talk or make eye contact throughout the whole process. If we speak, we get thrown out and aren’t allowed to vote on any other girls the rest of the night.
The fifth day of rush is Bid Day. We don’t know who makes the cut until the list is out. Once the list is out I then have about 50 new baby sisters. Just because they are my new baby sisters doesn’t mean that I voted them in. A lot of times I didn’t vote a girl in and now she is a part of my sacred Greek family.
I might not like her on bid day, but I guess she will grow on me. I still smile at everyone and congratulate the new members, but the chapter isn’t always pleased. Some of our top girls went to nasty opposing houses and I’m left brokenhearted. These new girls will never know if they were bottom girls or top girls. Some of us do have a heart not to reveal where they were ranked; it’s just hidden underneath the spray tan and Dolce & Gabbana mascara covered lashes.
See you on the row.