1. Day in the Life

I thought it would be a good idea to start a series on this blog. So here we go. On days that I find are particularly memorable for some reason, I plan to write my thoughts here. This is the first one.

I guess the old rhyme “first is the worst” might be true then. Because yesterday was a truly miserable experience. Quite honestly, you won’t understand just how horrible it was unless you were in my shoes (the frozen ones that I left outside each house). Let me explain…

It was the third day of Sorority Rush. It was also the beginning of Round 2. The first round involved us marching to all 13 sororities with our Rho Gammas and the rest of our group. We had to rush at each and every sorority, but it was not too bad because it was split up into two days. Yesterday was a different story.

At the end of Round 1, we had to “pref” or rank the houses in the order of which we would like to return to them. This process is mutual, however, because the houses must also choose to invite you back to their house. Because of this, many girls do not go back to the maximum number of houses. Thus, they get breaks throughout the day. This was not my situation.

Don’t get me wrong; I was super grateful to be invited back to ten houses. Each house was wonderful, and being inside each one reminded me why I was rushing in the first place. So it isn’t the sorority girls that I’m complaining about. It’s the process overall.

My day consisted of the following: Walk to a house. Wait outside until the doors open (usually over fifteen minutes). Shiver. Realize you have two minutes before it’s time to go inside. Change out of my warm sweatpants. Take off my snow boots. Try to balance and not fall in the snow. Put on my heeled, faux leather boots. Take off my wonderful, life-saving gloves. Walk up to the house. Have my coat taken away. Talk to a lot of great people. Begin to defrost, gaining feeling in my toes and fingers. Take a tour of the beautiful homes. Reunite with my beloved coat. Walk outside toward my bag. Put on my frigid sweatpants. Take off my heeled boots. Replace them with my frozen snow boots. Head to the next house.

Now don’t forget. I repeated that process. TEN TIMES. All that plus a Rho Gamma meeting both beforehand and afterwards.

Waiting outside the first few houses was not even that bad. But as the sun went down at the end of the day, the temperature (obviously) dropped with it. And it dropped quite a bit. Standing outside the last two houses was a truly terrible experience.

The lunch break we are given occurred after the fourth house visit, but it was not nearly long enough. By the time I was able to walk from the house back to the dining hall, the line was out the door. I wouldn’t have time to wait in line, eat, and then make it back for my fifth house. So I darted to my dorm for a nutritious lunch: hummus and crackers. Needless to say, by my tenth house, I was very, very, VERY hungry. I nearly ran to the dining hall after the final Rho Gamma meeting, where I was delighted to find that they were serving veggie burgers. (Seriously, this made me insanely happy)

After dinner, I ran to my dorm and quickly changed out of my dress and tights. As I did this, I noticed that the back of my calf was bright red. Awesome. Wow. Dried blood all over my leg. I have no idea when it happened. I really don’t know how, either. But my heel is still killing me. Blisters are gross. Enough said.

At the end of the day, I had never been happier to put on sweatpants. I keep reminding myself that it will be worth it on Bid Day. But it’s hard to remember that when you’re standing in the snow with the wind against your face. It was a really awful day. But again, it’ll be worth it. I really hope it will be.



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