Fortunately, this freshman anxiety was not foreshadowing.
A senior in the sorority I was cut from helped by reaching out and urging me not to be discouraged.
As a freshman, after a great deal of convincing from friends and sorority women at information sessions, I registered for Panhellenic recruitment two nights before the deadline with minimal expectations.
The names of sororities were foreign to me; I never gave them much thought one way or another.
Yet, the feeling accompanying that type of rejection was familiar—the piercing sting of exclusion, submersion into self-doubt.
It was a feeling similar to that of being left on the outside of a middle school clique you secretly yet desperately wanted to belong to. I accepted a bid from another chapter, one that I loved during recruitment nearly as much as the other.
I stayed optimistic and fully expected to become a sorority woman.
I reassured myself with the soft logic of the “everything happens for a reason” mythology.
I knew logistically, of course, that women had to be cut; sororities can only take so many members.Greeted with tireless enthusiasm in the form of cheering and positive conversations, I immediately was hooked. I sailed through the first few days with a bright smile on my face, eager for more.As a close friend of cynicism, I was caught off guard about how much I was enjoying the process.I was called back to attend all of the available parties each day, a feat that made me feel oddly proud and accomplished. Potential new members (PNMs) visit each sorority the first day during short “parties,” speaking to three to five women from each chapter.If you miss any sessions, you are essentially disqualified.