The moon is high in the winter sky as the sorority quad bursts into howls of laughter and chit chat while the frat quad is teeming with manly chants and enough fist pumps to alarm even the most orange-skinned Jersey Shore member. That’s right friends, it’s recruitment time. Whether you’re Greek, a closeted wannabe Greek, or deathly allergic to the Greek scene, recruitment horror stories are a regular staple in any NU student’s conversation this week. Check out the collection of unspeakable faux pas and horrific violations of the sacred bro code after the jump.
Breaking Bro Code
A guy who lived on my hall freshmen year was convinced he was going to be admitted to a certain frat, boasting to everyone up and down the hall that he was going to join. Rush week rolled around and this wannabe frat star tried everything he could to get that coveted bid, but it never happened. Eventually one brother gently informed him he should try somewhere else. He didn’t know it at the time but my dear floormate had been blacklisted. His crime? Supposedly hooking up in a brother’s bed and neglecting to clean up after himself. Ew.
Gossip Girl
After the first night of rush, we were sitting in a Steak N’ Shake exhausted. But we weren’t too exhausted to start talking shit about another sorority we don’t like. And of course they walked in. Oops.
Avalanche of Shame
We’ve made it through the weekend and finally see the light at the end of the tunnel: it’s pref night. I’m not really into any of the houses that I have left and at this point I’m just going through the motions. The same cannot be said for the girl in line in front of me as we enter the first house of the evening: she has full face on, her hair is impeccably curled, and her dress is clearly a new acquisition. We’re summoned into the house and as soon as she takes her first step towards the door a rumbling begins. She looks towards sky just in time for an avalanche of snow to plummet from the roof of the quad into her face. Snow, ice, and slush soak her clothing and hysterics ensue.
Kissing Boys and Liking It
When I was going through recruitment, the treasurer of one sorority brought me into a separate room and asked me: “So do you date boys and do you drink?” I didn’t know how to respond, so I kind of just stood there until she said, “Well…” so I just answered with “Yes.”
Flying High and Crashing Low
This PNM made the unfortunate decision of getting high the night before rush, and was still high when she woke up in the morning. She was late to rush and didn’t even have a chance to shower. With her smeared makeup from the night before and a very loopy, carefree attitude, she breezed through rush with no memory of what she said at each house. She barely managed to avoid passing out at one of the houses, and then unceremoniously dropped out of rush the next day.
Photobomber Alert
On bid night one girl whipped out the envelope from under her ass with great hopes, but her face quickly fell after registering the name of her welcoming sorority. It was not her first choice. She continued the night pouting and grimacing in every single picture with her new sisters. Of course she successfully photobombed every good memory by sitting front and center with her new letters before quickly dropped out of Greek life. What a trooper.
Beauty and Grace
They say rush is stressful for the PNMs, but while going house to house the first night of recruitment this year, one sorority sister tripped in the midst of a party, crashed into a table, and knocked the decorations and half the cups off. Another girl had to help her as she slowly limped away. Needless to say, we were all staring in her direction.
Sleepless Beauty
After a week of sorority rush, I was so sleep deprived that on pref night I fainted in one of the houses. I guess it got me noticed–and in a good way–because I ended up getting a bid the next day.
