Bid Day is a magical time for sorority girls. Coming right off recruitment, your love and excitement for your chapter is at an all-time high. And while everyone can feel the massive amounts of energy pumping through the row, each pledge class experiences that energy a little bit differently.
Freshmen Year
For freshmen, Bid Day marks the end of an emotional journey. You likely just spent the past week filled with more hope, fear, anxiety, excitement, obsessive love, and tears than you ever thought possible. In a matter of a week, you were both rejected and accepted more times than you can count, and now it’s finally over. You open that bid card, and finally see your fate. You’re probably going to cry at some point, whether from happiness, disappointment, or just a general release of emotions.
The actual Bid Party is a whirlwind. You don’t know anyone, but the excitement of everyone around you is intoxicating. Your entire pledge class exchanges shy “we’re in this together” smiles, while the older girls bombard you with their love for each other. If there’s one thing you know, this is about to be an experience unlike any other. And you’re excited about it.
Sophomore Year
Bid Day marks the beginning of the most important time of your life: little hunting season. It’s day 1 and if you didn’t fall in love with a girl during recruitment, you’re behind. You try to balance meeting as many girls as possible while having meaningful conversations with each of them, and sporadically catch your big tapping her wrist to tell you time is of the essence. In fact, you think you just saw her make a knife slice to throat action. The pressure is fucking on.
Post Bid Day festivities, you and your pledge sisters will stay up for hours going through the list and photos of all the new babies, laughing, and thrilled about what’s to come. Some of you will have your heart set on a girl and gush about her from now until Big/Little Reveal, and all of you will start planning group dinners with the new pledge class every single night for the next six weeks. Buckle up. It’s going to be an expensive semester.
Junior Year
Bid Day is arguable the most boring for you out of anyone in the chapter. You don’t quite care about pouncing on the new girls in their first hour as sisters, and you’re not quite the emotional wreck the seniors are. So when you’re not fulfilling your duties as the designated picture takers, you and your pledge sisters can be found eating chicken fingers in the corner, acting like this is any other sisterhood event with free food and no boys.
You’ll occasionally stop by your little to see if she’s made any progress on expanding the family line, but mostly, you’re just gossiping about that Sig Ep you plan to hook up with now that school is back in session.
Senior Year
Your feelings, summed up in a word? Drunk. That’s right. The freshmen and sophomores will be too preoccupied to realize that you’re singing, and dancing, and crying, because of alcohol, and the juniors will be too busy not giving a shit, because apathy is their jam right now. But you’ve been waiting four years to drink in letters, and this is the only time you’ll ever do it, and you will not apologize for it.
Bid Day brings about all the feels. You look around the room and see what you and your pledge sisters have built together. The new girls make you feel reminiscent of when you were just a fresh-faced baby, a little bit scared, and completely unaware that you were actually surrounded by the girls who would end up being your soulmates. You’ve never loved something so much, and the thought that you have to leave it soon nearly breaks you. But one thing’s for sure, there’s nowhere in the world you’d rather be right now..
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Veronica Ruckh
Veronica (@VeronicaRuckh) is the Director of Total Sorority Move for Grandex, Inc. After having spent her undergraduate years drinking $4 double LITs on a patio and drunk texting away potential suitors, she managed to graduate with an impressive GPA and an unimpressive engagement ring -- so unimpressive, in fact, some might say it's not there at all. Veronica has since been fulfilling her duties as "America's big," a title she gave to herself with the help of her giant ego. She has recently switched from vodka to wine on weekdays. Email her at veronica@grandex.co
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