The Sorority Situation

The whole pledging and trying to be part of a flock of girls that all looked the same and hazed each other until they completed the ‘process’ never attracted me-until I realized I was part of a major where I was only one of the six girls in my class of 50. So I figured, if college is the time when you need to venture out of your comfort zone, then I may as well do something I never thought I would do: try to join a sorority.

I don’t have a ‘type’ of person that suits me, and when I realized that there were a variety of sororities you could be a part of, I was glad that I had made the decision to try. But I didn’t make it past the second (out of three) days of the process, because it seems that although I was ready to let them see that I’m not about stereotyping anyone, they were not quite ready to do the same.

While each group of girls in the different sororities gave off a specific vibe, I can’t say that it was necessarily a vibe that I appreciated. The first night was supposed to be where you go to separate rooms where each of the sororities were located, and they would greet you then talk to you and maybe ask you questions. I liked the first and second rooms. The girls were friendly, studying all sorts of sciences and arts and involved in great volunteering opportunities; they took the time to ask about me and seemed genuine. In the second room, some of the girls asked me questions and expressed interest. In the rest of the rooms, I felt more like they were looking at the way I dressed and styled myself (I should have straightened my hair, I thought). The questions they asked seem arbitrary, and in the last room it was almost as if they were forced to approach me, and when I attempted to interact, my words were lost in the air as the girls began a new conversation with each other.

The next day was the round where we would complete an activity with the groups that invited us back. Lots of girls were there in the first round with me-enough to fill half of a lecture auditorium. The second day, there were not as many. I had fun doing crafts with the only sorority that invited me to spend time with them again; they would be called the ‘hipster/rocker’ girls, if someone were to label them. But to me, they were the most down to earth girls I had met. If girls like them could join a sorority without losing their sense of self and personality, then I felt I could do the same. I was hurt that all the other six sororities (a total of over 80 girls that I met , probably) had deemed me not worthy enough to say more than hello to, but realized that if they could judge me in five minutes, the amount of time given per room of interaction, then I honestly did not want to be a part of whoever they claimed to be. I didn’t want to return the next day to find out if I would be able to pledge or not. Pledging is when the hazing actually takes place, and my friends had told me all kinds of things.

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