Rush Week: Queen’s Law
Perhaps rush begins every year with the release of the recruiting firms, but in reality, it starts earlier on than you may care to notice. “Hey bro, welcome to Queen’s! We’ve got some swag for you. Got your pens here, your notepads, and briefcase to match. Delta Gamma LLP is written in big letters above the chalkboards of your classrooms. Take care dude; we’ll be seeing you around.”
Soon enough, you find yourself RSVPing to their open houses. “I might as well; it could be good. Whatever, if it’s lame I’ll just bail.” “I have no idea if it’s my kind of vibe, I’ll just take it one step at a time, you know…not overthink things.”
You put your best foot forward, dress up, and exit that elevator wearing a fake smile with fake questions to ask about Delta Gamma LLP’s culture. Though you’re slightly on edge, you let your guard down a bit because you’re actually having a good time. Who woulda thunk it? They’re giving you free drinks and talking about rotation systems, open door polices, and the causes they endorse. “Last year, we lobbied for greater government protection of bottlenose dolphins and raised over $6,000 for the Toronto Boys and Girls Club. Plus, it’s such a great way to spend the best years of your life. Just last week, we went golfing, had a scavenger hunt, and one of our students won an iPad in a raffle!”
The fun has to end sometime, though. Come to think of it, there were a lot of people at that party…the firm couldn’t possibly take us all, could they? Each attendee was paired with a brother to hang out with for a bit. It seemed “chill,” but you could tell that he was taking mental notes as to whether you were Delta Gama LLP material. Good thing you told him that you love endangered species and scavenger hunts.
It’s late October, but it’s clear they’ve turned up the heat. They’re throwing these huge ragers and you’re expected to appear. “It’s simple—just don’t be a dweeb; be cool and look like you’re having fun. But don’t have too much fun. Just know your place; be a dweeb, you know? If you need me, come hit me up at the cocktail bar. Just make sure you don’t come to the cocktail bar because important people are judging you.” “Ugh, What?”
Finally, they invite you back to the house where multiple brothers give you one last grilling. “What makes you think you’re Delta Gamma material? You were spotted the other night at a Sigma Alpha event—how do we know we’re your first choice?” As a result of a panic blackout, you don’t recall what you said, but they loved it. You got a call the next day saying that you made the cut. So you move to the Delta Gamma house from your Princess and Clergy apartment. When you show up with your golf clubs, the guy who interviewed you asks you what you think you’re doing. “They said we golf here.” “Yeah, brothers go golfing – b*tch-@$$ pledges do our homework”…oh, okay.
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