Kappa Alpha Theta and Oscar the Grouch 2/10/2002
I hate the OD. I spent almost an hour writing an entry before and when I went to save it, it wouldn't let me. I ended up losing the whole damn entry. Anyway, here it is again:
I was sitting my room before wondering why the hell half the girls on my floor were up at 11 am on a Sunday. Then I remembered today was Bid Day; basically, any girl who made it to third round finds out which sorority they got into. There are balloons and stuff all over my hall, welcoming in their new members.
A girl named Heidi and another named Carolyn got into Kappa Alpha Theta. Theta rejected me on Friday after my second round. I knew it was coming, I wasn't surprised. The sorority girl that I got matched up with left me, so I was sitting alone at a table. I looked around and saw that some rushees had at least one sorority sister talking to them. I got the hint. It hurts though.
Carolyn I know little about, but I really dislike Heidi. She's just a very fake person. Both Carolyn and Heidi are these tall, slender blonde girls. Maybe it's just me, but I don't see the sororities trying to correct the stereotypes everyone has about them. Out of the six girls in my hall who got into sororities, four are tall, slender and blonde. No, I wouldn't want to be in the same sorority as them anyway, but the fact that the sorority girls would rather have someone who's fake than someone like me kind of stings...
Off the subject of sororities for a minute. My sister came up to visit me this weekend. She knew I wasn't doing well. She told me that fater the first horrendous phone call with my mother, my mother got off the phone with me, crying. I made my own mother cry. After I heard that I wanted to just walk out of my dorm, off of campus, out of the city, and just keep on walking and never come back. Obviously, I didn't do that. I wrote my mother an e-mail instead, and she wrote one back. She thinks I should transfer to Binghamton because there are buses from the university that go straight to Long Island every weekend, so I can be home more often. If I get in, I just may do that.
For the past week, I've been hiding out in Lawrinson. Helen has a split double there, and since her roommate left the school, I've kind of adopted the other side. I flee there whenever I need a break from the people in Flint. (About every weekend). I stayed there for a week this time. When I did come back, I found out that Linda had dropped Rush altogether. She got called back by two sororities, both of which she hated, so she dropped out. This is probably an extremely immature thing to say, but secretly I'm glad. If I had to deal with seeing ballons with Greek letter outside my door every day, and listening to Linda talk about her sorority and all the stuff they're doing, I'd cry.
Anyway, so my sister came up on Friday night and we went to King David's, a Middle Eastern restaurant that kicked ass. Then we went to the mall. My sister needed a dress for her sorority formal. ::sniffle:: That's Rebecca for you; she knew I was really upset about being dumped by the sororities, yet she comes here talking about how excited she was about this formal and how much she'd miss her sorority. ::Sigh:: She had good intentions, so I'll just deal with it.
Erin IMed me after Rebecca and I got back, asking if I wanted to go to a frat party at ATO. In Syracuse, the frat parties suck. It's $5 to get in, they serve you stale beer, and usually there's no music playing. I had work to do (It's Sunday afternoon wen I'm writing this, and it's still not done) so I said no. She said that they weren't leaving for another hour and a half, so I said I'd think about it. Usually, I would've refused again, because I'm one of those people who needs to get her work done before I go out. My sister, however, is one of those people who will party on Friday nights, come hell or high water. I felt bad for Becca, because she was sititng on my bed on a Friday night. Becca thought it was amusing and embarrassing that she was going to a frat party after a two year hiatus.
Me, Erin, Becca, and Dionne walked to ATO (which was conveniently located to Kappa Alpha Theta) and met some guys who said ATO was not having a party. However, they told us that Theta Tau, the engineering frat, was having a party and that's where they were going. On our way there, one of the boys named Jeremy told me that we were in the same calculus class. (In my calculus class, there are about forty or fifty people, most of which are boys, so I guess its easy to pick someone like me out of the crowd). Anyway, he was tall (major plus) and was good-looking in an academic type of way, so I decided that I liked him. He started talking to Erin so I whispered to my sister "That's the way it goes--Erin always gets the boy."
It's not really a self-pitying statement, its true. Helen and I have this five-minute rule with Erin. Within five minutes of going anywhere with her, she gets hits on by at least one cute boy. After Helen stopped going clubbing with us, clubbing wasn't fun anymore. I would stand around like a dork at the club by myself and Erin would have two or three guys dancing with her. (Which is exactly what happened on Halloween). My sister replied, "Well, you're not talking to him a much as Erin is." Eh, that's true. Erin also has this magnetic personality where you really want to talk to her. In my experience, people just don't like my personality, so I tend to just get quiet, especially around boys. I've never had anyone prove me otherwise.
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