This Pledging Process.

We are now provisional members of Ko Jo Kai. Do not ask me what this means. Nobody even knows. We do not have to wear cream opaque tights with brown close toed shoes, brown knee length skirts and a cream linen shirt that would fit my father quite nicely. This is sweet relief. We do not have to proudly wear our pledge pins over our heart or carry our nunu notebooks with our names showing at all times. These are all wonderful things. Two weeks was long enough (although we did have our sponsor who has been a sponsor for 39 years tell us to suck it up because she had to do that all semester). But the problem is what we do not know. We do not know if we still have to respect Kojie park and Kojie clock. We do not know if we still have to say koneecheewa to every Kojie we see. We do not know if we are allowed in the student center before chapel. We do know we cheer for the Ko Jo Kai Champ intramural football games and absolutely CANNOT wear pink and green. But there is a constant fear of not realizing what we are and are not required to do. For those of you who have seen the movie "O Brother Where Are Thou?" I think I see Kojies in my mind as the man with the scary goggles and the dog on a leash waiting in the shadows for me. It's truly unnerving.
Last weekend was the Galaxy and GSP guys clubs grubs. Grub is put on by the club pledges for the club members-it is a themed dinner where the pledges entertain everyone with skits. It is a miserable experience for those who are pledging, and I actually felt nauseated throughout the process, even when the skits were funny. Because God forbid your skit is not funny. It is painful. As I sat there, dressed like a Greek goddess for the theme, I felt like crying. Crying. For my future self who will be forced to endure the same. Oh, I forgot to mention that my date showed up on my doorstep without a shirt on, and with homemade animal legs on, because he was what? A faun. I was less than comfortable and wouldn't let him in my house for a few minutes. But then I felt bad. It was his grub after all, so he should be a faun if that's what he wants. I have one picture with him from the entire night. The one taken by the photographer.
This weekend is our grub. The theme is "I NuNu We Were Meant to be Together." I would tell you our plans for skits but they are top secret for now. So you will all just have to hold your horses as I am so sure you will. I do not even know what to dress up as yet, but would love any suggestions any of you may have.
I had my first midterm last night. It went better than expected. Or at least I hope it did. I turned in two papers for my Public Administration class yesterday and one for my Honors Seminar in the Arts today. I am tired. I hate Romeo and Juliet. I hope never to see any interpretation of it ever again. I hate this class. I cannot believe I am being forced to submit to the strange and erratic rants of a middle aged man who seems determined to live vicariously through strange Shakespearean characters. It makes me uncomfortable.
Ugh. I cannot wait to get out of Abilene for a little while.