Rush is my least favorite time of the year. On one hand, you have your rush chair constantly breathing down your neck as to why you aren’t at rounds 45 minutes prior to the doors opening, on the other, once you actually arrive you are forced into an awkward conversation with absolute squids whose breath smells like rotting milk. Also, the man flirting gets old, how many times can one possibly have the same conversation with the kids who, oh by the way start to look the same after 2 hours anyways? To be completely honest with you, I only find one or two potential new members that I like anyway, and I am totally fine with having a two-man pledge class. Then comes voting, and the shouting, and the arguing, and the incessant bit*hing and moaning as to why their “#1 kid” got voted the fu*k out. Maybe it’s he blows and can’t hold a conversation that goes beyond their name, where they are from, and their major. I am over rush, and ready for bid day because this whole process is the most tedious, time-consuming, and torturous process I have ever seen.
