At the very beginning of this year, I made the decision to rush for a sorority. I came to college with no intention of doing so, but got sucked into the idea of going Greek after reading hundreds of posters that were posted around campus. After taking a day or so to make my decision I finally paid the small fee to rush and instantly became excited.

The next few weeks were filled with meeting after meeting, preparing us for the next few weekends of rush to come.

We were told that less than 2% of girls wouldn't receive a bid.

I distinctly remember thinking, "Oh yeah. I'm totally fine." Once it was finally time to visit each house I put on my cutest clothes, did my makeup to the best of my ability, and made sure to put on my best smile. I walked into each house with an open mind and talked to dozens of girls.

I left each house feeling like I definitely had the hang of this.

As the days went on, I was eliminated from house after house. It's definitely hard not to take it personally when all the girls you talked to only have that conversation to base their decision on you. You end up looking at that piece of paper and thinking, "What did I do wrong?" "Did I say something to upset them?" "Did she just not like me?"

Either way, I continued with an open mind and kept rushing. On the final day of rush, I received my schedule and was devastated. The two chapters that I had fallen in love with had both dropped me and the two that I had put as my last options had called me back.

To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. It may sound dramatic, but I was devastated.

I had just dedicated about eight days and my first two weekends at college ever to find out I wasn't even invited back to the sororities that I felt could be my home away from home.

Then finally came the most anticipated bid day. I had finally come to terms with the idea of being apart of one of the sororities that had called me back. I trusted the system like everyone had told me to do. So I felt that it must've been meant to be. It turns out that I was completely dropped from the system and was forced to embarrassingly leave empty-handed.

My bid day experience was left with me calling my parents, crying for about three hours straight, and eating pie.

I still don't know what I did wrong to not receive a bid and will probably never know, and that's okay. It's been like thirteen weeks and I seriously haven't even thought about those two weekends. I joined three other organizations and couldn't be happier. I have absolutely nothing against Greek life and have gotten over the fact that I didn't receive a bid. I do believe it was for the better. I'm not sure I'd be able to handle being in so many things my first year of college at once. I may or may not rush again in the future.

I'm definitely open to it again, and if I don't receive a bid the second time around, well, then hey, it's their loss.