Coming into my sophomore year of college, I decided to register for sorority recruitment. If you had told my freshman year self that I would be running around campus from 7 am to 11 pm over the course of two weekends, I would’ve laughed. However, by the end of freshman year, I decided that I’d try it, just to see if it was something I’d like. During the first round, I was so nervous. What if I said something weird? What if my outfit isn’t cute enough? What if none of them like me? So many questions and scenarios of how the entire process could go wrong kept playing in my head. And then the clock strikes the hour. Girls start to chant as the doors to the first house fly open and I’m led into a huge room to sit and talk with one of the sisters for a little while. And honestly, it wasn’t scary at all. It felt easy to make conversation; you were talking about yourself after all. As each round came and went, I started to enjoy each conversation I had. I went to bed excited for the next day and couldn’t wait for morning to come.
The third round came however, and my mind started to change. The more I learned about what it meant to be a sister, the more I began to question if it was really something I wanted to continue. Something in the universe began to tell me that I should stop because none of what I was listening to and observing seemed like me. I was torn. Each and every girl I spoke with was so sweet and inspiring. I wanted to be like them. But I had to consider everything. Can I see myself in this house? Would I end up fitting in with these women? I didn’t know what to do.
Then I began to think about what I have. I have some of the best friends ever at school and I already don’t see them enough. I am apart of some amazing student organizations on campus and I would not trade those for anything. Because of these and other factors, I decided to drop.
Now I don’t want it to sound like rush was a bad thing. I had so much fun and met so many beautiful young women in the process. It was so inspiring to learn about each house and what they stand for and how much each girl cares about her fellow sisters. But being a part of a sisterhood wasn’t for me. And that’s okay.If you experienced this, you’re not alone. I was upset for a little while afterward, thinking what would’ve happened if I had just stuck with it. But in the end, I knew it was the right decision. So my advice is to consider all aspects. Think about how you’ve been blessed in your college life already. And if you’re considering going through the process, do it!! It opens up a world of self-discovery and who knows, you may not finish like me or you may become a part of a beautiful new family of strong young women. Listen to your gut, it’s usually right.