That was the night Tamara broke and called up her cousin and told her everything; about the hazing, the sleep deprivation, the screaming, the blindfolds, and the way the sisters made us pay for everything. Corinne and I ended up stealing from Walmart a bunch of times since we simply couldn’t pay for stuff any more and the sister’s wouldn’t hear of it. Sometimes, it was fun stealing. It sounds terrible, I know, but it was. I was hysterically laughing, out of sheer exhaustion and sheer terror that I’d get caught, while eating a bag of stolen Doritos and drinking a Snapple. We just sat on the floor of Walmart, eating snacks and shoplifting. It sounds really bad, but I had fun that night, simply because we were all together and were just acting goofy.
Anyway, the sisters basically crucified Tamara for telling on them with the hazing, even though they were to blame. Our president complains that we should’ve told her about our complaints and she would’ve helped us fix things. I know that’s a complete lie. She knew what was going on, and when we would complain and say, “Well, we went through it.” Just because you went through it doesn’t make it right. But Tamara never understood that you need to keep your mouth shut, get the sisters to like you, and then change things from the inside. I never, ever want another pledge class to go through what I went through. I could have called Nationals and backed Tamara, but that wouldn’t have really changed anything. My sorority would be closed down, and the girls who were planning to join a sorority would simply join another one, and would be hazed by that sorority. But Tamara blamed all of the Iotas, especially me, that we never gave her any support while the sisters were being mean to her. I know I didn’t give her as much as I should have, but I later apologized for it. She refuses to talk to me now, understandably. However, Tamara is also to blame in some way. She knew this would happen, but did it anyway even though we begged her not to.
Anyway, I that’s why I refer to my nine friends, although there are ten others in my pledge class.
While I write some of the horrible things that went on during pledging, I want to remember the fun times I had with my pledge sisters. It wasn’t mistake going through the pledging process. I’m a different person than I was three months ago. For better and for worse I guess. I’m much more bitter than I was, although I try not to show it. I’m better because I know that I have nine friends who love me for who I am and not because I wear some Greek letters. They really are such wonderful people…When I look back on all the bullshit that went on, I’m still glad I did it because in the end, I have really good friends, and that’s all I ever wanted.
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