Before we begin, I would like to start off by saying that this is a true story. It may have happened to me, it may have happened to someone else, but the reader should know that it did happen. With that, I should tell you a bit about myself. Currently, as I am writing this, I am about to graduate from college with a degree in Nursing. I have spent the past four years at a large SEC school and have been an active member of my sorority since the moment I rushed my first semester here. Now trust me, I would love to pretend that my life before college was at the very least somewhat mildly interesting. But that would be a lie. I had a normal childhood, some high school boys but nothing serious or all that fun. On my first trip down to Alabama, I fell in love with the history and sisterhood that all of the sororities exhibited towards me. After strolling down the main campus and staring at the tall, Greek houses, I just knew that I had to join one of them. I told my father on that visit that this was the school I wanted to go to no matter what happened.
After receiving my parent's consent to go to Alabama for college, I immediately was thrown into the throngs of Greek life by attending my first rush. After a long week, with even longer processes, I found my perfect match. I truly do not mean to sound conceited, but I knew that I was attractive. Boys had always liked me and there always seemed to be Snapchats asking for my nudes. I had a very athletic frame, thanks to my track and field career in high school, and naturally blonde hair. It was because of this, and the fact that I genuinely felt at home with the other girls in Phi Nu, that I decided to rush for that sorority.