Last night was extremely exhausting.
It was round 1 of the recruitment process, and the way it went down was like this:
I got there at 5 and the "Parties" started at 5:30. Alphabetically formed into groups we visit a party for each sorority every 20 minutes. Before the first party I felt sort of out of place. The director of the Panhellenic Council at VCU is a very.... ditsy.... woman. She dumbs herself down to relate to us "Girlies" and makes generalizations about the female sex. I don't really like her. Before my first party at Phi Mu I grab a mint (Which they provided an generous amounts) and waited around in the Commons Theatre. Everyone else seemed to think it was natural to bring their entire make-up drawer. I suddenly felt nervous. Did I look okay? I forgot to brush my teeth.... Was this really going to be as exhausting as they said it was going to be?
Parties: A room where the Sorority sets up posters about Sisterhood, Scholarship, Socials, and Philanthropy, and where you mingle with sisters and are intoduced to everyone. Usually there is a slideshow, extremely loud chanting, and singing/crying of the already initiated sisters.
Time to get in my group for the Phi Mu party.
I get in line, and it turns out I'm dead fucking last. not a bad thing, because now I'll remember where I am. The Director talks to us like children and begs us to remember the first letter of our last names, I want to tell her that I have a Brain and she can stop talking already.
I'm behind a little girl (Literally, she looks like she's 10) named Ha (she's asian). I don't know what crawled up her ass, but she was uptight the entire night. making fun of everyone, calling people stupid, and bashing all of the sororities but one (AOPi). She also is trying to convince me that she parties it up all weekend and gets fabulous grades. She does all of her homework on Friday night before 11 and then goes out and gets "faced". I don't believe her. I say "It's unusual that people do their homework on a friday, Sunday is the day to study", and then she said, "Well, I get really good grades." and I said, "So do I. and I only study on Sunday."
I don't know if I like her.
I was glad that I wasn't the only sophomore, but it turns out that I was only 1 of 2 girls that are majoring in Anthroplogy. Actually..... more about that later.
Phi Mu was intense, loud, and Pink. But the girls was awesome and really wanted to know about me and what I was interested in. They kept saying "Get it Girl!" when I talked about my major and what I want to do with my life. I liked them a lot, I met almost everyone, but they're the most expensive, and since I'm presumably paying for it all, I don't think it's an affordable choice for me.
The next group was ASA.
I hated them. I thought I would actually like them, but oh my god.
Me: "I'm a sophomore, and I'm majoring in Anthropology"
ASA Girl: "What? Sorry.... I don't think I heard that"
Me: "Anthropology"
ASA Girl: "Oh.... I don't even know what that is!"
Me: "It's the study of people"
ASA Girl: "Oh... That sounds.... interesting. Let me Intoduce you to Bri"
BRi: "Hi! I'm Bri! What are you studying?"
Me: "Hi, I'm Lisa, I'm Studying Anthropology"
Bri: "Oh my god, what even is that?"
That hardest part about ASA was that they had nothing to say. I would say my name, major, and where I'm living, and then they would not say anything, and just move me to another person.
Ew ick.
AOPi was next. They're are brand new, and this year's pledge class will be the first. While they were very nice, and said some interesting stuff about scholarship and showed me a pin that you get if you have the Highest GPA (A pin with rubies and pearls! Suck it!), they seemed desperate for members, so they didn't rank very high on my list.
Throughout the night every sorority had a sister that would link arms with you and walk with you to your seat, so I figured AOPi would do the same, but they apparently didn't and it turned into an awkward gross handshake. :/
Alpha Gamma Delta was next.
I LOVED IT.
They were smart, interesting, funny, wanted to hear what I had to say, and were just like me. I couldn't believe how well I got along with everyone. They have the highest GPA in the whole Panhellenic community so they can balance sister stuff with school work, and they do really fun shit that I want to do. They aren't too expensive, but they have payment plans that are workable.
I loved it. Definitely made the top of my list.
Next was Alpha Epsilon Phi, the Jewish Sorority.
I loved the girls, but this one just wasn't for me. I've met all of them before at the Jewish Frat, so I want to move into other circles.
Next was Sigma Sigma Sigma
So there's a lot of bad rep about Tri Sig, and understandable, the head of recruitment that I met last night was definitely that girl at that one Basketball game (!!!). But the girl I had was really really nice, and so were all the other girls. And because of that I put them in the middle rank.
Phi Sigma Sigma.
Boring. SO BORING. Ugh, I had heard bad things from girls who had gone to that party earlier in the night, and they were right. All the girls spoke softly, looked dull, and didn't impress me. Just not for me. They were just before ASA at the bottom of my list.
I was so exhausted by the end. It's hard to hold a smile straight for 30 minutes 7 times, and by the end of the night I felt my cheek twitching. I hadn't eaten, and it was hard because you were standing the whole time.
But it was better than I had expected. Today is the second round, starting at 1 pm, so I have about 2 hours. It's the Philanthropy round where we will be "crafting" and making something for a charity. This may be tie dye, or something of that nature. I guess I should wear old clothes. I only visit four sororities today as the elimination continues, and only 2 tomorrow, and then I pick which one I want tomorrow afternoon. I have to remember that I have homework to do! Fuck!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The Way I See It # 345
I'm sick. My throat is sore, I have the sniffles, snus pressure, a head ache.... it sounds like the common cold. I'm taking meds, but this week blows. I have sorority orientation tonight at 7 so I hope I'm feeling slightly better for that. I don't think it's fancy, just an information session.
I had physics lab today and it was long, but I always expect that class to be terrible, but it's not. Probably because the people I sit with are really nice.
I didn't go to french because I felt so terrible. I should write Kone an email explaining the situation. I did do the homework though, so.... I have class tomorrow (Unusual because Fridays we usually have off), so I can talk to him then.
I'm definitely not ready for ths busy weekend with a cold and TTOTM, but I'll push through it.
In other news, my life sucks right now.
c'est la vie.
I had physics lab today and it was long, but I always expect that class to be terrible, but it's not. Probably because the people I sit with are really nice.
I didn't go to french because I felt so terrible. I should write Kone an email explaining the situation. I did do the homework though, so.... I have class tomorrow (Unusual because Fridays we usually have off), so I can talk to him then.
I'm definitely not ready for ths busy weekend with a cold and TTOTM, but I'll push through it.
In other news, my life sucks right now.
c'est la vie.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
The Way I See It # 344
I was supposed to read all day, and instead I shopped online. I mean, the reading IS due tomorrow, so I can always read tonight. And do that quiz. Hmmm.... fuck.
I have a sorority recruitment meeting tonight at 7:30 where we're going to introduce ourselves and do ice breakers and stuff like that. I hope it goes well.
I actually think I'll start reading now..... I got myself all worried.
I have a sorority recruitment meeting tonight at 7:30 where we're going to introduce ourselves and do ice breakers and stuff like that. I hope it goes well.
I actually think I'll start reading now..... I got myself all worried.
Monday, September 8, 2008
The Way I See It # 343
I'm not going to update on how I'm doing. I will say, however, that I'm doing ok, and that's all I'll say.
Yesterday I spent the day with my mom and we went to short pump. It was nice, and the weather was gorgeous. I'm glad she came down, I really miss her. Hopefully I'll be able to visit christina within the next month or so because she really wants me to visit the Burg. I'm excited to meet her friends and see the Russian House where she's living. Does VCU have language dorms? That would be sweet.
After Mom left I caught up with Sara and we watch the trainwreck that was the VMAs (What the fuck was that?) After that I came home and talked to Abby on the phone until almost 2 in the morning. I really miss her. I'm glad we could talk, but we got disconected at the end. I did all of my homework, and then I made a new blog.
http://interior-motive.blogspot.com
it's a blog for me to post pictures of the things I love. I dont think guys will like it, but it's mostly for myself and another way to keep busy.
I have French today, Physics, and Linguistics. I have to finish my readings before linguistics.
I have to get ready for the day!
Yesterday I spent the day with my mom and we went to short pump. It was nice, and the weather was gorgeous. I'm glad she came down, I really miss her. Hopefully I'll be able to visit christina within the next month or so because she really wants me to visit the Burg. I'm excited to meet her friends and see the Russian House where she's living. Does VCU have language dorms? That would be sweet.
After Mom left I caught up with Sara and we watch the trainwreck that was the VMAs (What the fuck was that?) After that I came home and talked to Abby on the phone until almost 2 in the morning. I really miss her. I'm glad we could talk, but we got disconected at the end. I did all of my homework, and then I made a new blog.
http://interior-motive.blogspot.com
it's a blog for me to post pictures of the things I love. I dont think guys will like it, but it's mostly for myself and another way to keep busy.
I have French today, Physics, and Linguistics. I have to finish my readings before linguistics.
I have to get ready for the day!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
The Way I See It # 342
I guess I have to write this.
Sid and I broke up last night.
I don't know what to write here, or what not to write here.
I'm sorry, vagueness always sucks.
Life is going to be really hard for a while.
I hope we're right.
Sid and I broke up last night.
I don't know what to write here, or what not to write here.
I'm sorry, vagueness always sucks.
Life is going to be really hard for a while.
I hope we're right.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
The Way I See It # 341: Article # 1
I guess you could say it all started in elementary school.
Remember that kid that was always dead last running the mile? That was me.
Remember me either:
A. Struggling to breath
B. Clinging to another child to cross the finish line
C. Crying
D. All of the above.
In my defense, it was never easy being told to run four laps in
jeans and a sweatshirt. All right, so there were kids that managed to run outrageously faster than me wearing the same attire, but whatever. My point is that being an incredibly poor athlete at the age of 9 didn’t say much about my physical ability later in life. The mile was something I always dreaded, and in high school I had all kinds of kids who played sports in my P.E class. And they played sports…. For fun. What was this nonsense? While my lack of interest in chasing a ball or climbing a rope isolated me into feeling like maybe I was missing out, it also caused my gym grade to plummet. While I made up for it with extra credit… I had to wonder: Was there a sport I could like?
Enter my gusto to actually try at sports. My first attempt? All the
popularly acclaimed “Hot girls” at my high school tried out for field hockey, so naturally, accepting the fact that I was (ahem) one of these “hot girls” (laughable!), and, you know, it looked like fun, I took a summer camp in the sport. While the experience with teamwork, learning from an actual coach, and meeting other girls was beneficial, that’s about all that was. Two bruised thumbs, losing the “championship” between the teams competing in the camp, and actually realizing that my sarcastic sense of humor wasn’t something that everyone could appreciate, I realized that Hockey wasn’t for me. Maybe the deciding moment was when another girl named Lisa happened to be the best player on our team, and I was the worst. “Not THAT Lisa, THAT Lisa is awesome!” was a little too much to bear. Sport number 1, down.
Instead of actual sports I turned my attention to theatre and
improv sports, But when I ended my high school days and moved on to college I suddenly reawakened with the desire to get fit. After all, Seigle Center was free! I no longer had an excuse to not go to the gym. And after a couple of days with 2 helpings of Shafer at every meal, I was just about ready to go run a mile voluntarily to make up for it.
Instead of wanting to be a part of a sports team, I focused my interests an achieving something better: an Olympic-worthy figure (okay, so maybe not that extreme). Not that anyone truly needs the perfect, and not that I am obsessive compulsive with the idea, but I figured going to the gym a couple times a week would be awesome, and I’d look fabulous. I would discipline and how to train my body into a calorie burning machine
This story is a tragic one. When I first walked into Seigle I was immediately intimidated. I guess the thought that people who go to the gym actually know what they’re doing never occurred to me. Playing it safe, I stuck to the Elliptical (only for 30 minutes!) and kept my head down. But going to the gym wasn’t just doing something to pass the time, it was relaxing. I had never imagined exercising as a way of relaxing. There I could listen to music, read magazine, and think about stuff. After a week or so I decided to do one of the group exercise classes that Seigle offers; Body Sculpting was the class I chose. Let’s just say that I couldn’t walk properly for a week. The stairs to my classes were torture, and even getting out of my XL twin bed was an exercise in frustration. Needless to say, I didn’t go back the gym for the rest of semester. Cycling through bouts of enthusiasm about going to the gym, I managed to work my way in and out of Seigle every couple of weeks or so, just so I could feel that I was reaching my quota for the month. This process doesn’t exactly get you the body you want.
Maybe I just need to admit to myself that I’m not that kind person who exercises all the time. I guess if I was, I would have been that person at the age of 9, and I might have enjoyed running the mile. But progressing as an athlete isn’t the same as progressing as a person, and the more I think about it, it would probably do me better to be obsessed about becoming a better person. I’ll just leave out the extra helpings of Shafer from now on.
feedback welcome....?
Remember that kid that was always dead last running the mile? That was me.
Remember me either:
A. Struggling to breath
B. Clinging to another child to cross the finish line
C. Crying
D. All of the above.
In my defense, it was never easy being told to run four laps in
jeans and a sweatshirt. All right, so there were kids that managed to run outrageously faster than me wearing the same attire, but whatever. My point is that being an incredibly poor athlete at the age of 9 didn’t say much about my physical ability later in life. The mile was something I always dreaded, and in high school I had all kinds of kids who played sports in my P.E class. And they played sports…. For fun. What was this nonsense? While my lack of interest in chasing a ball or climbing a rope isolated me into feeling like maybe I was missing out, it also caused my gym grade to plummet. While I made up for it with extra credit… I had to wonder: Was there a sport I could like?
Enter my gusto to actually try at sports. My first attempt? All the
popularly acclaimed “Hot girls” at my high school tried out for field hockey, so naturally, accepting the fact that I was (ahem) one of these “hot girls” (laughable!), and, you know, it looked like fun, I took a summer camp in the sport. While the experience with teamwork, learning from an actual coach, and meeting other girls was beneficial, that’s about all that was. Two bruised thumbs, losing the “championship” between the teams competing in the camp, and actually realizing that my sarcastic sense of humor wasn’t something that everyone could appreciate, I realized that Hockey wasn’t for me. Maybe the deciding moment was when another girl named Lisa happened to be the best player on our team, and I was the worst. “Not THAT Lisa, THAT Lisa is awesome!” was a little too much to bear. Sport number 1, down.
Instead of actual sports I turned my attention to theatre and
improv sports, But when I ended my high school days and moved on to college I suddenly reawakened with the desire to get fit. After all, Seigle Center was free! I no longer had an excuse to not go to the gym. And after a couple of days with 2 helpings of Shafer at every meal, I was just about ready to go run a mile voluntarily to make up for it.
Instead of wanting to be a part of a sports team, I focused my interests an achieving something better: an Olympic-worthy figure (okay, so maybe not that extreme). Not that anyone truly needs the perfect, and not that I am obsessive compulsive with the idea, but I figured going to the gym a couple times a week would be awesome, and I’d look fabulous. I would discipline and how to train my body into a calorie burning machine
This story is a tragic one. When I first walked into Seigle I was immediately intimidated. I guess the thought that people who go to the gym actually know what they’re doing never occurred to me. Playing it safe, I stuck to the Elliptical (only for 30 minutes!) and kept my head down. But going to the gym wasn’t just doing something to pass the time, it was relaxing. I had never imagined exercising as a way of relaxing. There I could listen to music, read magazine, and think about stuff. After a week or so I decided to do one of the group exercise classes that Seigle offers; Body Sculpting was the class I chose. Let’s just say that I couldn’t walk properly for a week. The stairs to my classes were torture, and even getting out of my XL twin bed was an exercise in frustration. Needless to say, I didn’t go back the gym for the rest of semester. Cycling through bouts of enthusiasm about going to the gym, I managed to work my way in and out of Seigle every couple of weeks or so, just so I could feel that I was reaching my quota for the month. This process doesn’t exactly get you the body you want.
Maybe I just need to admit to myself that I’m not that kind person who exercises all the time. I guess if I was, I would have been that person at the age of 9, and I might have enjoyed running the mile. But progressing as an athlete isn’t the same as progressing as a person, and the more I think about it, it would probably do me better to be obsessed about becoming a better person. I’ll just leave out the extra helpings of Shafer from now on.
feedback welcome....?
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