Back in the day when I was a wee freshman just starting the rush process, I was scared. Scared of talking to all those older girls, scared of rowdy fraternity boys throwing water balloons at me as I walked from house to house (wet, frizzy hair? OH THE HORROR), scared of not even getting into a house.... Most of all though, I was scared of what being in a sorority would do to the rest of my life.
Sorority recruitment can be many things: fun, intense, scary, adventurous, and exciting - but it can also be brutal. Warning: Expect tears. While many girls will end up in their dream house, there are plenty of potential new members that will not get their first choice house and some girls who won't get in a house at all!
When you combine 80 girls plus their stress from exams and boys, there is going to be drama. Duh. And even though sorority girls do sometimes get in crazy bitch fights over missing nail polish and whether they are going to watch Gossip Girl or Grey’s, they aren’t lying to you when they say that no one hates anyone in their house.
As a die-hard sorority girl, I have no problem admitting that I know exactly what it takes to successfully join the sorority that is right for YOU. And trust me, there is one. It might not seem like it on the first day of rush when you're being shuttled from house to house and having 3 minute conversations with tons of girls, but there is. And when you get in there and connect with the members, you'll know it.
We have incredibly exciting news coming straight from the CollegeCandy headquarters. This just in: CollegeCandy is launching a brand new column this fall for sorority girls across the country. We're looking for the ultimate sorority girl, a Greek life die-hard willing to dish out an honest perspective on sorority life.
So I’m a sophomore and I’m living in my sorority house. I’m having the best time – there’s always someone to hang out with here and there’s always something going on. The problem is that my non sorority friends have been getting mad at me for not hanging out with them. It’s not that I don’t want to – it’s just that they live all the way across campus and I don’t have as much time to see them as I did when we lived on the same floor.
When I was a sophomore I lived in a quad in my sorority house. That meant 4 girls, 45 pairs of jeans and over 100 pairs of shoes stuffed into a very tiny space. With bunk beds. The close quarters were an issue when any sort of studying had to get done or heavy drinking was going down ("Dude, there is not enough room in here for you to do the worm..."), but we made it work most of the time.
When I asked her what was up, she sighed and told me that she’d always wanted to live in a sorority house, but unfortunately the city where her campus was located strictly forbade her chapter from having one. “Why the anti-Panhellenic attitude?” I asked.
As much as you'd like to deny it, it's time to pack those bags and head back to school! Whether you're shacking up on campus in the dorms, going solo in your own apartment, or looking forward to a packed year in the sorority house, those blank walls can look pretty unfriendly.
Having spent my college years at a *ahem* non-traditional school, sororities were never something I considered - we don't even have a campus, let alone a Greek system. But nonetheless, I suppose I've always looked down a bit on sorority girls... at least until recently when one of my best friends told me she was going to rush this year.
Ahh summer time. The heat is blistering, the Natty Lite is chilled and the pool beckons. For those of us not taking summer classes, these three months are a glorious break from homework, studying and fluorescent lighting. Yes, the whole summer yawns out blue skies and cut-offs until late August and it’s hard to imagine ever going back to school.
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