Don't Know Where to Start... in Inside My Head

  • Feb. 3, 2014, 3:47 p.m.
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Don't Know Where to Start... 11/21/2002

Pledging is over. It didn't end the way anyone wanted, or expected it to. Someone from my pledge class called Nationals. Nationals oversees all chapters of my sorority all over the United States. When they get a call about a chapter hazing its pledges, it's a big deal. They're actually flying down from headquarters to visit BU. Our chapter could get closed down and the past eight weeks could be for nothing if we lose our chapter. If we lose our chapter we can't have events, Rush, or wear our letters on campus. Everyone's freaking out.

Me and my pledge class are bearing the brunt of everything because a cousin of one of my pledge sisters, Tania, is the one that called Nationals. Since pledging is only supposed to be six weeks long, and our pledge program had lasted eight, our pledge moms had to cross us without a Hell night or an initiation ceremony. (Cross = getiing into the sorority as an official sister; no longer being a pledge). Us pledges were pissed because we really wanted a Hell Night and an initation ceremony. I know it sounds weird, but even though Hell Night is supposed to be the hardest night of pledging, it was something we all wanted so we could prove to the entire sorority that we earned our Greek letters. After Hell Night, you get to see everyone's faces shining with pride; they all kiss and hug you and tell you how proud they are. I wanted people to be proud of me. And right now, no-one even wants to talk to me or my pledge class.

As for academics...I'm getting royally fucked. I'm trying to drop organic chemistry since pledging has made me get so far behind. Bio is screwing me over as well. I got a 55 on the test, and the average was a 54, yet he's still only curving it up 12 points. Gee, a 67...thanks Professor. That'll go up on the refrigerator. English and art I'm doing well in, but they're not my majors, so that doesn't really help. Medical school is scrapped. I'll never get in with my GPA. I was thinking of switching my major to psychobiology and staying an extra semester or so to get all of my prerequisites finished. Ah well...graduating in five years isn't so bad...

I'm going home for Thanksgiving in six days. Hopefully by then, this mess with the sorority could be cleared and the sisters will start be nice to us. I'm honestly doubting why I did this in the first place. I gained 42 new enemies and I'm failing one of the most important semesters of school. ::growls::

On a happier note, I'm moving to an apartment next semester. I hate the dorms, and although my roommates really aren't that bad, I need to get out. When one of the sisters of the sorority (my big big actually) offered me one of the open spots in her apartment, I accepted. So I'll be living there next semester, and hopefully next year with her and my big, and our mutual friend Tanya M. So we'll see...Anyway, I have an appointment with the Pre-Health Office to see if I can actually make a future out of my damn grades.

I'll write more later

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