Sorority sister speed dating
I scold myself for being too politically correct and crush Altoids between my teeth.
I have the same conversation three times: majors, favorite TV shows, anecdotes from winter break. I know why I’m rushing: mainly for female friends, social opportunities, and a community to support me.
One of the Panhellenic Execs speaks into the microphone to make a muffled announcement and reinforce the process’s rules. The hard truth is, as much as they might have tried to evaluate me based on the substance of our interaction, they had to rely on stereotypes as well: what being from New York City and having attended private school says about my status and how much I party, how my student–journalism background might jell with their organization, how my blonde hair and blue eyes will influence their image, and how the designers I’m wearing reflect my family’s bank account.
Then she says: “Your schedules are available now.” Our thumbs feverishly refresh the app. I’ve been cut from five sororities, and asked back to three, one of which I ranked as my last choice. According to Andrea, sororities use varying methods to rank the girls they meet. I thought we were supposed to be asked back to at least four! During so many moments in my life as a woman, I wonder what is wrong with me.
Still, in order to do so, she must decide if the cost of the rush process is worth it. Until p.m., I run from house to house, complimenting girls’ nail polish, discussing vacations, pretending to care about my potential sisters’ extracurriculars and hobbies when all I want to do is sleep.
Then, I head back to Bodek Lounge in Houston Hall to submit my preferences.