Last week, I blogged a short little blurb (nothing journalistic about it, just putting my thoughts onto paper) about my biggest takeaways from my Bid Day as a Freshman, this very day two years ago.
Now, I want to reflect on my biggest takeaways from what it's like to be on the other side of rush and how that has shaped my view on sisterhood and Greek Life in general.
You see, anticipating rush makes me feel like I absolutely freaking hate Greek life. I'm not going to lie. It's a lot of work, and practices are not ideal. There's yelling, confusion, busyness, all kinds of things that stress me out. I'm sure many actives would agree with me on this. But it's funny, because although I'm exhausted, actual rush week is what makes me fall in love with Pi Phi all over again; it's what makes me remember how lucky I am to be in this sisterhood and wear these letters.
Rush week is filled with compliments, laughter, smiles, positivity. We're meeting some great girls, and telling one another how great we think they are and what an asset they would be to our sisterhood. We're dancing onstage to the dances we worked so hard to prepare, having so much fun performing them, smiling so big that we're beaming. We're laughing at the hilarious jokes everyone is cracking from being so deliriously tired. We're laying our heads on each other taking ten second naps because space is tight and that's all time will allow. We're giving each other rides, hugs, lipstick, glasses of water. We're realizing that the Sophomore you never really talked to is actually freaking hilarious, and we're realizing that the Senior you totally misjudged is actually really nice. Bottom line -- we're there for each other. And that's the best thing about Pi Phi. It's filled with the most genuine girls on this campus.
Another really prominent thing about being on the other side of rush -- rushing a girl and then seeing her at your house on Bid Day makes you reflect on the girl that did that for you. You now understand how hard that girl worked to make sure you got a spot in the house where you belonged, the house that changed your life and shaped you. Be both grateful for her for doing that for you, and proud of yourself for doing that for someone else. You're reflecting and you're paying it forward at the same time.
Bid Day felt different this year. As a Sophomore, so many of the Baby Angels that ran down the hill were girls I knew personally. This year, as a Junior, I really didn't know anyone. I felt so old. My little hosted the Bid Day party, whereas I held it last year. My Bid Day suddenly felt so distant from me. But a few new things helped me remember what it's all about.
My friend, Paige, busted open her toe, so Laura, Lindsey and I took her to the Urgent Care. She offered to drop us off at the Bid Day celebration at the baseball field so that we didn't have to miss anything, but we told her not to be silly. We would do anything for each other. If Paige had to go to the hospital and be there for ten hours, I would've been right there with her. That's sisterhood.
Once we finally did get to the Bid Day celebration, I broke out of my comfort zone a little bit and hung out with mostly Sophomores and Juniors, whereas usually I hang out with Seniors. It's going to be so sad not having my Senior friends next year, and there have already been a lot of tears shed over it, but it's important for me to make friends with as many of my sisters as possible. This was a very emotional rush week, knowing it was the last time doing this with my friends before they graduate. I can only hope that the younger girls will feel that way about me when it's my time. So, I did my best to hang out with them during the celebration and tell them that they had done a great job.
I'm probably the least sratty person in the world, so the fact that I actually had all of these overwhelming feelings at the completion of rush week must mean that they were just that strong -- strong enough to get to me. My closing comment to you: if you are an active, and you felt these things about your sorority at the end of rush week, take pride and peace in knowing that you are in the right house for you. Congratulations. Let the positive feelings cancel out all of your pre-rush stress. It's over.
...Until next year. ;)
xoxo and PPL,