By Collier Curran
Overall, recruitment was a dramatic affair, with strict party schedules and girls anxiously whispering in uncomfortable-looking pumps. Even though I only had a handful of parties each day, the weekend was long and tiring. There were hours of talking, so many small paper cups of water and endless waiting around to hear back from the organizations.
I’m glad that I had the opportunity to meet sisters from each chapter, but I found the process of recruitment rather grueling. Even the most extraverted among us felt their conversational limits being tested, and the anxiety of waiting for invitations admittedly challenged my self-esteem.
Even as an inherently confident person, I felt myself second-guessing what I was wearing, how I was speaking, and what impression I gave off to the sisters. I spent a lot of time during recruitment pondering my place in Greek Life, wondering how a self-diagnosed introvert whose ideal night includes pizza, Gilmore Girls, and an 11:00 bedtime could fit into an organization known for its matching t-shirts, hand signs, and social events.
However, I continued through the process because I was hopeful for the result. As a transfer student living off-campus (thanks, housing!), my days became increasingly lonely and I found myself at a loss trying to meet friends outside of classes or extracurriculars. Not being the type for parties, I had been struggling to find a niche for myself where I could have people to lean on for encouragement and support.
Before college, I had never been opposed to Greek Life, but it simply had not crossed my mind. I thought of sororities as viable friendship and support systems for extremely extroverted girls, and not someone like me. My mind began to change when I saw friends of mine at other schools thrive within their sororities and find a home they had previously been missing in college. These girls, my friends, were also awkward introverts who avoided the typical college party scene and there they were, finding a community. It was that hope that drove me to complete recruitment weekend, up until the moment when I pushed open the glass doors, walked into the room, and retrieved my bid.
Although the apparent exclusivity of recruitment was initially disorienting, I had not heard any horror stories of heartbroken girls rejected from every sisterhood, so I felt optimistic. Throughout recruitment, my favorite moments had been talking to the sisters of the organization I would be joining. Conversation flowed naturally with them and I found myself nodding in agreement with almost everything they said. These girls were fiercely independent and significantly involved on campus outside of the sorority: they were athletes, artists, researchers, writers, and leaders.
Sure, my sorority still hosts mixers and other social events–and they seem like a lot of fun!–but if I would rather stick to sisterhood crafting sessions and movie nights, that is ok. I have not once felt that I had to relinquish any part of my admittedly quirky personality.
Although I am still considered a new member, I have already found the beginnings of great friendships in Greek Life. I feel like I have the support to continue my next two and a half years of college as a writer, magazine editor, event planner, scholar, daughter, latte enthusiast, and, now, sister.