| BadSquirrelBeta |
12-25-2005 04:26 AM |
Retro Rushees from Hell
OMG...I hate to admit that I spent a few good hours reading this entire thread from start to finish. Some things NEVER change.
Thanks for the laughs (and gasps)...
I will spare you the bitchy rushee stories that basically say "your house sucks and I only want to go to BBB"...but yes, been there done that.
The best fraternity rivalry story I can remember is always bracing as to what the Pikes were going to do to us during Preference Night. This was still in the days of "bursting" outside of the chapter house with candles in long "power" gowns to sing while picking up our rushee in the front of the house. Usually they would blast totally obnoxious music right before we were set to burst as kind of a tease. They would also dump stuff on the sidewalk in hopes that the girls' long dresses would drag through the goop on the sidewalk in front of their house or write rude things on the sidewalk in chalk. Our advisers would patrol and go over and beg them to be good during rush. The best one they pulled was MOWING THEIR LAWN in the dark as we were having a preference night ceremony.
We also had OPEN HOUSES prior to rush parties each day. Our chapter house had a pretty cool patio with a fire pit that was a great rush tool. We would have the landscapers come prior to rush and plant all these really cool blooming plants. One year our house corp adviser that was in charge of the landscaping said the grounds needed some fertilizer. Ok...no problem. WRONG!! Well...surrouding each one of the pretty plants were FULL HORSE TURDS...not mulch or bark, but the full deal. We did everything we could to keep the flies away and smell down--we were in August in 100+ degree temps. Ugh!! We were given stern directives to not take rushees near the plants and to always keep a "wall" between the horse poop flower gardens and them... Fast forward to Open House. I still remember our dress for that day...white cotton camp shirts, blue walking shorts and blue leather flats. Well the flats were slick on the grass and the cement patio and I started to slip as I was floating around and visiting with the rushees. Before I knew it my foot was headed for the corner of the flower bed and as a last ditch effort I tried to kind of jump to regain my failing balance. Well, I didn't fall but I managed to fling horse s*** in the middle of a group of people talking--both members and rushees. Thank God the fast acting members got the rushees the hell out of there before they figured out what was going on. I was mortified and slinked away in fear that our special rush advisers would find out about this and punish me with some form of torture. Thank God they didn't "get wind" of my "horsing" around.
And...a bonus...many threads back someone commented about a rushee stating to a member she sometimes used panty liners in her underarms as a guard to prevent pitting out clothes. Well, don't freak on me here girls, but be VERY VERY GLAD you never had to rush in RAYON blouses because that trick has been used on the member side of rush... I refuse to go any further. :)
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