Sorority Sister

If you knew me now, you might be surprised to find out that I rushed for a sorority when I went to college. I didn’t know anyone going to my college, and I guess I thought this would be a good way to find friends.

Mistakes I made:

1. Not using professional headshots. Yes, you have to submit headshots when you are rushing for sororities. Mine was just taken in my living room. And I had pig tails in it, lol.
2. Not being socially capable. When you rush for a sorority, you go from house to house and have to talk to a million people you don’t know. It’s horrifying.
3. Not being pretty/skinny. I was overlooked over by most of the sororities due to this horrible mistake.
4. Settling. The only sorority I got into was the one that was desperate for members because no one wanted to be in it. Probably where I fit in the best if I’m being honest, but I didn’t have to join since I didn’t really connect anywhere.
5. Forgetting to be rich. I spent one semester in a sorority and my bank account went to literally zero. I was not getting anything out of it except a lot of pink shirts.
6. MOST IMPORTANTLY: Not realizing I wasn’t even a GIRL. I never felt fully like I belonged with the girls, but I never considered being a boy. Back then, those were the only options I could comprehend, so I assumed I was a girl. Sororities are inherently quite girly. I not only didn’t fit in with the nerd sorority I landed in, I would have fit in even less with the prettier/girlier versions.

A couple things made the experience worth it though:

1. Realizing I didn’t have to pay a million dollars to be part of a group of people I didn’t have anything in common with.
2. I met some girls in the dorms during rush week that I ended really connecting with. They went into different sororities, but I hung out with them a lot during freshman year before they went to live with the girlies.

So… why did I think sorority life was for me? I truly have no idea. I was “initiated” in a weird secret ceremony. And then I quit after one semester. It’s not that the people in the sorority were bad people, they were actually very nice. It was more just that, as much as I was used to contorting myself to fit specific molds I thought I was supposed to fill, I couldn’t quite make it work in that particular environment (and more importantly, I went broke trying).