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Chi-Omega.”
“Hi, I’m Claudia,” I said, exposing my clavicle so that she could see my own tag.
“Are you excited about rushing?” Meredith asked. She must have been able to read my guilty expression, because she quickly lowered her voice, “It’s okay. That’s the whole point of coming to these things. To see if it feels right. Please. Some of my best friends are my sisters, but my closest friend at Woodman was my freshman year roommate!”
I smiled. “It’s actually my roommate who wants to pledge.” I cast my gaze across the room to where Charlie was leading her loyal followers in an impromptu Macarena.
Meredith glanced over to the small pop video in progress. “She should have no trouble at all,” she offered. “But what about you? What do you like to do?”
I took a sip of my Cosmo, then set it back down again. “I like to write,” I offered. “I did two reviews for the
Chronicle.
I’m a little bit high on my byline.”
Meredith smiled. “I’m sure,” she agreed. “I love the
Chronicle.
Everyone on campus reads it. If you write for that regularly, you’ll be a minor celebrity.”
I liked the sound of that. “I can live with that,” I told her.
“Oh! You should write a column!” she continued. “My friends and I loooove to read the columns. Our favorite is … what’s it called?”
I had a sinking feeling. “Um, ‘Ask the Answer Goddess’?”
“Yeah! We love that one! The Answer Goddess rules! What’s her name?”
“Kyra Hamilton,” I said tightly, trying not to scream. Was it impossible to go twenty-four hours without hearing
someone
extol her virtues? She was out of town this weekend, I knew, so I had thought the rush event would be safe. But it turned out that no place on campus was safe. Dammit.
“Yeah, exactly!” Meredith said triumphantly, as though I had just read her thesecret formula for turning lead into gold. She sighed wistfully.
So did I.
9/10, 1:14 a.m.
from: [email protected]
to: [email protected]
re: first things first
That is to say, I don’t think I’m going to rush. Although all of the young women I met tonight (well, technically last night, but since I still haven’t gone to bed yet …) were friendly, outgoing, and actually surprisingly un-Stepfordian, I have a feeling that comp sci, the paper, and any other form of life I choose to have this semester will actually take up enough time that I don’t need to do this. Something tells me Charlie will rush hard enough for the both of us. Elles, she was
totally
the belle of the ball last night.
Okay, full-disclosure time.
But as I tell you this I want you to please KEEP IN MIND that I was definitely not going to rush, regardless. I had already made my mind up about that before …
Before …
Okay, I’m just going to have to come right out and tell you.
It was the Cosmos. That or the cool “smoky eye” makeup that Charlie had helped me with. And my weird conversation with Gabe, where he was acting like a spaz. And that flirtation with Dave. For some reason I had gotten it in my head that I was a reasonably attractive girl who would, in fact, someday discover the secret of communicating with the opposite sex. Clearly I was deluded, punch-drunk on my assault-and-misdemeanor of the previous afternoon. But there I was, chattering away with Meredith (who is
way
too interested in the
Chronicle
for her own good, if you ask me), when I started feeling pretty good about myself. I mean, the sweater was really comfortable, and my hair was up and out of my face. My long-wearing lip gloss was wearing on and on … I didn’t necessarily want to rush, but here I was, making friends, having conversations right and left. Sure, I was no Charlie Norton, supported as she was by throngs of admirers, but I absolutely felt like I belonged. And itwas just that very false sense of security that completely did me in.
Because two hours into the party and three hours into rush cocktails, the boys
“Hi, I’m Claudia,” I said, exposing my clavicle so that she could see my own tag.
“Are you excited about rushing?” Meredith asked. She must have been able to read my guilty expression, because she quickly lowered her voice, “It’s okay. That’s the whole point of coming to these things. To see if it feels right. Please. Some of my best friends are my sisters, but my closest friend at Woodman was my freshman year roommate!”
I smiled. “It’s actually my roommate who wants to pledge.” I cast my gaze across the room to where Charlie was leading her loyal followers in an impromptu Macarena.
Meredith glanced over to the small pop video in progress. “She should have no trouble at all,” she offered. “But what about you? What do you like to do?”
I took a sip of my Cosmo, then set it back down again. “I like to write,” I offered. “I did two reviews for the
Chronicle.
I’m a little bit high on my byline.”
Meredith smiled. “I’m sure,” she agreed. “I love the
Chronicle.
Everyone on campus reads it. If you write for that regularly, you’ll be a minor celebrity.”
I liked the sound of that. “I can live with that,” I told her.
“Oh! You should write a column!” she continued. “My friends and I loooove to read the columns. Our favorite is … what’s it called?”
I had a sinking feeling. “Um, ‘Ask the Answer Goddess’?”
“Yeah! We love that one! The Answer Goddess rules! What’s her name?”
“Kyra Hamilton,” I said tightly, trying not to scream. Was it impossible to go twenty-four hours without hearing
someone
extol her virtues? She was out of town this weekend, I knew, so I had thought the rush event would be safe. But it turned out that no place on campus was safe. Dammit.
“Yeah, exactly!” Meredith said triumphantly, as though I had just read her thesecret formula for turning lead into gold. She sighed wistfully.
So did I.
9/10, 1:14 a.m.
from: [email protected]
to: [email protected]
re: first things first
That is to say, I don’t think I’m going to rush. Although all of the young women I met tonight (well, technically last night, but since I still haven’t gone to bed yet …) were friendly, outgoing, and actually surprisingly un-Stepfordian, I have a feeling that comp sci, the paper, and any other form of life I choose to have this semester will actually take up enough time that I don’t need to do this. Something tells me Charlie will rush hard enough for the both of us. Elles, she was
totally
the belle of the ball last night.
Okay, full-disclosure time.
But as I tell you this I want you to please KEEP IN MIND that I was definitely not going to rush, regardless. I had already made my mind up about that before …
Before …
Okay, I’m just going to have to come right out and tell you.
It was the Cosmos. That or the cool “smoky eye” makeup that Charlie had helped me with. And my weird conversation with Gabe, where he was acting like a spaz. And that flirtation with Dave. For some reason I had gotten it in my head that I was a reasonably attractive girl who would, in fact, someday discover the secret of communicating with the opposite sex. Clearly I was deluded, punch-drunk on my assault-and-misdemeanor of the previous afternoon. But there I was, chattering away with Meredith (who is
way
too interested in the
Chronicle
for her own good, if you ask me), when I started feeling pretty good about myself. I mean, the sweater was really comfortable, and my hair was up and out of my face. My long-wearing lip gloss was wearing on and on … I didn’t necessarily want to rush, but here I was, making friends, having conversations right and left. Sure, I was no Charlie Norton, supported as she was by throngs of admirers, but I absolutely felt like I belonged. And itwas just that very false sense of security that completely did me in.
Because two hours into the party and three hours into rush cocktails, the boys
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