<p>Oh dear... just reading these posts brought back the nightmare that I remember Rush was....</p>
<p>I'll share my first-hand experience:</p>
<p>Coming from NY, I didn't know much about the Greek System. Both my roommate (from NJ) and I decided at the beginning of the year that we would CONSIDER joining a sorority. As the weeks of fall term went by, we both realized that we HAD to rush. There was such a focus on recruitment that it seemed out of the question to even consider not rushing. Still, we were excited about our "Rush dates" and all of the stuff leading up to that first week in January. I remember my first rush date with two girls from my sports team, and a good friend of mine who was also a freshman. We went to Salernos (no surprise there, lol) btu I didn't even know it was a "rush date" at first, I thought these girls were just being friendly. When my friend whispered "You know their both from the same sorority, this is a RUSH DATE" I have to admit I panicked a little bit. But still, I really liked both of those girls and had a great time, after that date, their sorority became my first choice. As fall term went on, I went on several more rush dates, liking many of the girls I met, but not feeling comfortable with some too. Rush dates were mentally exhausting, I was always aware that these girls were judging me, trying to figure out whether I would "fit in" with the rest of their srat. I remember one night on my hall when about 7 of us all had rush dates with "good" srats (don't even ask me to clarify that). One girl on my hall didn't have a rush date, and was very upset, we had all heard the rumor that she had been "balled" from several srats, and she took that night as confirmation of this. The rest of us went on our dates that night feeling pity for her, but still happy that for now at least, our futures were safe. Ha. Over time, I changed my mind about my "first choice". I got to know other girls from that srat and just didn't get along with them well. Before Rush Week, I believed there were two houses I would be very comfortable in. </p>
<p>Rush Week.</p>
<p>The first night was SO exciting. We got as dressed up as we could manage in "casual" clothing. Of course this meant sporting as many expensive name brands as we could manage, and topping in all off with some pearls. My hall was all on the same schedule for the night: We would go to Kappa first, then KD, then Theta, followed by Chi-O, and lastly Pi-Phi. Immediately after reading our schedule, several girls agreed that it was funny how our shcedules were "in order". That is to say, Kappa was clearly the most desirable, and Pi-Phi was the worst. As ridiculous as the statement seems today to me, we had all been conditioned to think that way by the past few months of recruitment. </p>
<p>We lined up outside of Kappa, and we ushered into the house by crazy clapping girls. It was insane, but also tons of fun. That moment was probably 10 times as exciting as getting my acceptance letter to W&L. The first night was sooo much fun, I got to know a ton of great girls. I was surprised at how much fun I had at one house, a place I had never even considered before. I loved all of the girls I met there and thought I really connected with a few of them. I went to bed that night feeling very optimistic about the whole situation. </p>
<p>By 4pm the next day, every freshman girl in sight was visibly nervous. My hall's rho-gammas told us not to expect them until 5, so for then I was waiting with one of my best friends in her room, to get her nights schedule from her rho gammas. When a knock came at the door, she gave me a quick excited smile and jumped up to open it. Her somber-faced rho gamma asked if she could come in and sit down for a moment. My friend, let's call her Jess, looked a little worried but didn't know the protocol, so she wasn't panicking just yet. The rho gamma sat down and quietly explained that Jess hadn't been invited back to any houses that night. There would be no more rush for her. Jess's shocked face looked as if someone just told her that her whole family had been killed. As the rho gamma left, I watched tears slowly slide down her face. She was still too stunned to speak. Jess was pretty, popular, outgoing, friendy, and generally a great girl. I couldn't believe this had happened to her. I tried my best to comfort her, but nothing I could have said was good enough. I had to get back to my room to await my schedule.</p>
<p>I jumped when I heard the knock at my door. My rho gamma flashed me a quick smile and handed me my schedule. The second night, I was invited back to only two houses, one of which I really liked, but the other one, the one that had been my first choice a few weeks ago, I didn't feel so comfortable with now. I was upset that I wouldn't have another chance to get to know the girls at the houses that had cut me. The house that I had been suprised to like so much has cut me too, and I had no idea why. I knew several girls from there from my sports team, and I was insulted that they didn't want me as a "sister".</p>
<p>I continued to go to these two houses for the next few nights. Every night I saw more pain and tears than I thought was possible at such a pleasent, priveleged school. Girls were absolutely heartbroken. When I finally got cut from the sorority I wanted to be in, and only invited back to the house I didn't really want to be a part of, I withdrew from Rush.</p>
<p>I was devastated that night, and called my mom sobbing. I felt as if a piece of me had been taken away. For months we had been told that being a part of a sorority was a wonderful thing, we were told to look forward to big sister week, formals, initiation, etc, etc, etc. It became the most important part of W&L. Then all of a sudden, I relaized I would be having no part in it. Only then did I fully understand what my friend Jess had gone through only a few nights before, and what all those other girls had been crying about.</p>
<p>It just wasn't fair. Sure, I could have probably pledged to that other house, but I truly didn't think I'd be happy there, and I didn't want to give up my chance to try rushing again next year. Another good friend of mine, we'll call her Katie, wound up at the sorority she really wanted to be in, but she was still disturbed at the Rush Week experience, and it severely altered her opinions of the greek system, and even of her new sorority. She ended up deciding not to initiate. </p>
<p>As me and my friend Jess adjusted to the idea of not being part of a sorority, we watched all of the ither girls around us have the time of their lives. Though we both drove 500miles home that first weekend (we couldn't bear to be around for Tear Night, when we couldn't take part in it), we had to deal with watching every other girl in our halls wakin up to piles of gifts outside of their decorated rooms every morning of big sis week, and it was horrible. I can't tell you how many times both of us cried those first few weeks. I felt liek I was putting on a mask, pretending like everything was ok when I was still heartbroken.</p>
<p>People told us that being an independent wasn't that bad, that it was definitely worst for guys than girls, that we'd still have great social lives, etc. But at least as freshmen, it didn't get better. Most of my friends spent more and more time with their new sisters and had less and less time for me. I couldn't decide if it was worse having to tell people I was independent when they asked me where I had pledged, or when girls pointedly avoided the sorority subject because they knew I had hadn't pledged anywhere. </p>
<p>My friend Jess and I got used to heading out to parties well after 10pm, when the mixers would "open up". But more than once, we recieved uncomfortable stares asking "who are these girls?" even when we met up with friends who attended the mixers. </p>
<p>It never got easier.
One time, a friend from my hall asked me if I was considering rusing again as a sophomore. No one had asked me that yet, and I genuinely appreciated her candidness. "I don't know" I said, "I don't think I could handle doing that again." She sighed, "Yeah, I don't know how anyone could, knowing what it would be like" she said.</p>
<p>Well, I transferred out of W&L after freshman year. So did my friend Jess, and my friend Katie. Though W&L has a pretty good "retention rate", I'd be curious to see the percentage of independent students who left W&L. I'm guessing it's pretty high.</p>
<p>Maybe being an independent would have gotten easier over time, I've been told by many that it does. But my problem was, why should I have to suffer at all? Why did most girls get dozens of new friends handed to the on a silver platter when I had to work to meet new people. And even when I did make new friends, their schedules were full of sorority-exclusive events. </p>
<p>Just last weekend, I noticed that a girl I loosly knew (she had stayed overnight with my roommate and I when she went to visit W&L last year) was online. I knew that she had applied ED to W&L and had gotten in, and was really enjoying her freshman year at W&L. I saw dozens of pictures of her and her friends on facebook, having crazy good times at all of the best parties. Well, last Saturday morning, her AIM away message said she was home. At that moment, my heart broke all over again. I know somethine had gone wrong with her rush week experience and she wouldn't be enjoying sorority life with the overwhelming majority of her classmates.</p>
<p>It's just not fair that so many wonderful girls don't get to, for one reason or another, enjoy the same experiences as the others.</p>
<p>I have many more opinions on this subject, but my hands are tired. Sorry if my grammer was incorrect, or anything was hard t0 understand, I typed this up as quickly as I could becuase I hope if there are any freshman girls going through the same things that my friends and I did, and I'm sure there are several, you can read this and at the very least realize that you aren't alone.</p>
<p>I am a million times happier at my new school, where there is no Greek system and I make friends with girls based on their personalities, and not their Greek affiliation.</p>