Bid day is less than a week away now. That means a slew of you new perky young things will be pledging your undying (until you drop) love to Phi Mu.
In my early days, I didn’t understand how powerful it was to belong to “tha sisterhood.” Remember that time I went to chapter? No. Me neither. I was way too busy being a “live in girlfriend” at the frat house (because I was too lazy to clear my dorm bed of my months’ worth of laundry) and putting on the freshman 15 (at Guthries, not at Socials or Happy Hour…don’t ever make that mistake, y’all.)
I participated in ONE recruitment and complained for the duration. WHY HAVE WE BEEN STANDING FOR 23 HOURS NON-STOP? WHY DO WE HAVE TO VOTE AT 2 AM? WHY IS RIHANNA PLAYING ON REPEAT? MY EARS ARE BLEEDING. IF YOU REMIND ME TO WALK ALL THE WAY TO THE THRESHOLD OF THE DOOR ONE MORE TIME I WILL END YOUR LIFE.
Apparently if you’re not as socially awkward as I am, pre-recruitment and recruitment have the potential to be a somewhat fun two-week experience. I have yet to find proof. I also got fined for not deleting my Facebook (Umm HELLO this is the digital age girlfriend’s gotta stay connected I PROMISE I’m not about to dirty rush some PNMs – I don’t even want to talk to them in person.)
The only good thing that came out of recruitment 2008 was Taylor Henry George (that’s her real middle name) MY GOSH DERN LITTLE!
We dyed our hair with the best of ’em. Thanks to Taylor’s helping hand (read: questionable influence and borderline alcoholism) I found myself single, mingling like nobody’s business, and finally behaving like a freshman (not in that order) (and as a sophomore).
Our Phi Mu family grew as we got older,
And then my last semester as a Phi Mu at FSU was suddenly at my doorstep.
I had to read a really weird letter written primarily in a language of inside jokes aloud to the whole chapter at Fly Ups, a tradition you will all too soon become very familiar with, my dear little Phi. Try not to whine too loudly, though. What seems like hours of torture now is something you will appreciate when it’s your turn to talk.
And now, this is our family (I know, it just keeps growing this great-great-great-great-grand big crap is ridiculous.)
Anyway, one of you new Pledge Class of 2012 little babies is going to be my sweet Meghan’s little sister, and I cannot wait to meet you – great-great-great-grand little.
I bet you thought I forgot to mention my Big Sister. I didn’t.
She is my bid-day buddy, my roommate, one of my best friends, and such a big inspiration – there is no such thing as Phi Mu without my Leah.