Come with me as we travel back in time to era of denim and Hammer Pants...
I rushed at Clemson University in August 1994.
I had my wisdom teeth taken out 5 days before I arrived on the Clemson campus.
So basically I still had some swelling and pain during rush.
That's just what someone needs when they have to smile and talk to hundreds of girls they don't know.
There were 600 freshman and sophomore girlsgoing through rush.
Each sorority "party" was in a different location around campus.
Did I mention Clemson has a big campus?
In the South.
Which made it HOT.
And I resembled a sweaty chipmunk.
I think I answered the same questions from a zillion girls over and over.
Where are you from?
What's your major?
What dorm are you living in?
I didn't mind; I loved meeting new people. Rush was kind of my thing.
As the week wore on, the 11 sororities were whittled down to two. You then attended the "pref" parties (preference parties) and waited on a bid.
Standing outside of Tillman Hall on Bid Day, waiting to see if you received a bid from the sorority you wanted (or a bid at all) was one of the most nerve wracking things I have ever gone through.
Much to my relief, I had a bid.
Then it was off to the races.
All the rushees ran (literally) to find the spot on campus where their new sisters were waiting for them.
Upon finding my chanting Alpha Chis (A-L-P-H-A C-H-I Omega), I almost tripped down the steps to hug a friend from high school, who was waiting for me. I have such fond memories of being with my AXO sisters, my friends.
To this day, I always hear comments about "buying" your friends when you join a sorority.
But when those friends were in your wedding,
when those friends still meet up with you for football games and mini reunions,
and those friends are still staying in touch with you 15+ years later (thank you very much, Facebook),
then I'd say it was a pretty good investment.