The Sorority: Part Une

It was an ordinary, spring day. I was on my way to class when I noticed a pretty girl sitting behind a table that was loaded with candy. I slowed down, trying to resist a sweet-tooth attack. Unfortunately, I collapsed and headed toward the mound of treats. I was fishing through the pile as I asked the girl about the event she was promoting. ‘Oh, it’s rush season! Would you like to fill out a form?’ I shrugged off my why-nots and wrote my information on the paper.
That Friday night, an unknown number popped up on my phone’s screen.
‘Hi Erzulie! We were just wondering if you’ll be able to come tonight. It’s the first night of rush season!’ I remembered the form I filled out. ‘Oh. Well, I’m kind of busy tonight,’ I replied, adjusting my pajama bottom. ‘Well, I hope you can make it tomorrow night! We’ll put you on the accelerated program so you can see all the sororities and choose which one you’d like to be in this Sunday night!’
Click.
Well, I thought, why not? I’m not doing anything special tomorrow night and the girl on the phone said it would be ‘formal night.’ I guess I just missed being dolled up.
The next night, I arrived at the conference hall surrounded by hoards of girls dressed up in jersey dresses, cotton skirts, and other discounted items. I was sent to the acceleration group: nine girls who missed the first day of rush. ‘Oh my God! I am so excited! I never had a sister before!’ a perky blonde squealed, twirling her dried, bleached hair. A pre-medical student grinned and nodded in agreement after inhaling one last puff from her cigarette. As we waited for the program to start, our group’s chat turned to boys. As usual, Italian men were in the spotlight; we admired their looks and charm. Suddenly, one of the girls turned to me, ‘Wow! So you’re from Kuwait! My roommate loves Kuwaiti guys. She’s actually dating one right now!’ Let’s just say that I was enlightened by the information she disclosed. I wasn’t surprised that aggressive preachers were literally in what they say they’ve never done.
The girls who were administering the event wore black. One of them bounced to our little huddle, unintentionally rubbing her garishly colored eyes as she ushered us into one of the four halls. I started my journey, doubting my participation the whole way through. Then again, it was an experience no matter how out of place I felt.

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