A Rush of Adrenaline in Ft. Worth

Less than a week into our daughter’s college experience, she’s already reporting tremendous fun, a loss of her voice and a satisfying kind of fatigue. She’s been going through sorority rush, which has kept her extraordinarily busy and has severely limited either her ability or her willingness to communicate with her parents.

In late-night phone calls, she reports that the rush process seems to be going well for her. There are several sets of young women she seems to like very much. I don’t know a lot about it, but I’m told the process is so intense because everyone involved wants to make good decisions about the group of people with whom they will be closely identified potentially for the rest of their lives. Okay, that makes sense.
My wife is on the edge of her seat as evenings wear on, awaiting word on the day’s activities. A friend of hers whose daughter is at LSU is so distracted and anxious about her daughter’s rush in Baton Rouge that she can barely concentrate on work. Me? I’m grateful the gravity of all this is lost on me. I listen in with great interest, and then just tell my daughter I love her. She’ll have friends. That’s the kind of person she is. The significance of the label she might wear is lost on me.
We are getting text messages from people in far-flung outposts who want to know how rush is going. All of them are sorority women, of course. One close friend who lives in Texas is pulling for a particular sorority to nab our daughter so she can go to her initiation.
Soon enough, we will know and hopefully there will be cause for celebration throughout the land.
There’s an alarming lack of photos being produced, and so we still are reliant on Twitter and text messages to have any sense of what’s happening. Reading between the lines from 1:00 a.m. microblogs, we can assume that some pranksters rousted freshman girls from their beauty sleep overnight.
I guess somebody set off a fire alarm just in time for the dorm to be evacuated as the lawn sprinklers came on.
Don’t you know she’s having fun? There will be great stories to tell, and this is just the start. Speaking of starting, when do classes begin? Oh, that’s next week! We’ll see how much fun that is, won’t we?

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