What has become of me?
Tonight I attended the first rush event: bowling at Lucky Strike. Throughout the evening many teal-clad rush counselors introduced themselves to me, and every girl I knew already ran up to me to say how excited they were for me. Well, a couple came up to tell me how funny they thought it was I'm going through with it. I even got invited to a couple acquaintances' apartments. I looked around and could see myself actually going through with it and pledging, and that shocked me. I remind myself that I'm only rushing as a lark, but then remember that the last thing I did entirely on a whim like that was applying to this school.
There's an episode of Daria in which she needs to get contacts for driving. Daria equated so much of her identity with her glasses, and although she needed the contacts, she thought that wearing them would make her vain. She then felt guilty because a part of her did want contacts. A part of her didn't want the glasses to be her identity. She felt that in wearing contacts she would loose the part of herself that set her apart from her peers. While I am not having an identity crisis, the prospect of rushing has brought up some similar questions. So I wonder--how much of myself would I have to sacrifice? How much of my cynicism? Would that be a bad thing? And, would I still be the same person?
Man, I don't have time to worry about that tonight. I still have a ton of homework to do. Why oh why did I decide to be studious this year? When I told the boys I was leaving bar night to do my soc reading they recoiled in horror. "I know this is out of character for me, but..."
P.S. Do any of you happen to know Janna Hart's email address? Please let me know if you do. I have excellent news to give, but need to talk to her before I can release it to the public.
There's an episode of Daria in which she needs to get contacts for driving. Daria equated so much of her identity with her glasses, and although she needed the contacts, she thought that wearing them would make her vain. She then felt guilty because a part of her did want contacts. A part of her didn't want the glasses to be her identity. She felt that in wearing contacts she would loose the part of herself that set her apart from her peers. While I am not having an identity crisis, the prospect of rushing has brought up some similar questions. So I wonder--how much of myself would I have to sacrifice? How much of my cynicism? Would that be a bad thing? And, would I still be the same person?
Man, I don't have time to worry about that tonight. I still have a ton of homework to do. Why oh why did I decide to be studious this year? When I told the boys I was leaving bar night to do my soc reading they recoiled in horror. "I know this is out of character for me, but..."
P.S. Do any of you happen to know Janna Hart's email address? Please let me know if you do. I have excellent news to give, but need to talk to her before I can release it to the public.