The most fantastic, magical, wonderful day of the entire year. Can anything beat it? After a long, stressful Recruitment process, you get to reunite with your Rho Chis, new babies, and vodka. The feeling you get when you’re surrounded by your sisters watching new girls running to your lawn, so excited to finally be home is unlike any other. It’s literally like childbirth…once you see your babies all the pain of labor/recruitment is suddenly gone. AND you don’t get stretch marks. But Bid Day of course goes a little bit differently depending on your year.
Freshmen
For freshmen girls, recruitment is a horrible process. Maybe not ALL freshmen girls, but a lot. A lot of tears are shed, a lot of hearts are broken, and throughout it all, you have to keep a smile on your face and kiss the asses of the girls who are literally there for the sole purpose of judging you. But, you are smart and trudge through, because you can see the light at the end of the tunnel. You know one week of Recruitment is worth four years a lifetime of sisterhood. So you explain 35 times that you’re a psych major to girls who already know you’re a psych major and at the end of it all, you’re rewarded with a Golden Ticket to the good life: your bid. Bid Day for freshmen is two parts excitement, one part relief, and one part nerves. You can feel the magic of Bid Day as you run toward your new home (which really is a moment you will remember and cherish forever), and once inside you are overwhelmed by the attention and newness of it all. Those girls are wild! I am obsessed with everyone! How am I ever going to remember everyone’s names? How do I get back to my dorm from here? Just wait for the surprises when you get home girls. It really is going to be a great semester ahead.
Sophomores
This is your year sophomores. Bid Day is all about you. I mean, and the babies. But you too. Every 45 minutes or so, you remember for a brief moment that weird feeling: omg, we’re not the new girls any more! (someone will say it aloud each time) but for the rest of the day/night, you literally forget that Recruitment even happened, you don’t even notice the seniors being drunk ridiculous, and you practically forget about your best friends. Your eyes are on the prize, and nothing else matters…the little hunt begins. You spend the entire night ecstatic because you were paired with the most precious little nugget for the time being, and she has the cutest little roommate who you’re also obsessed with, and omg all these girls are so pretty! You want to collect as many littles as possible. Your big is encouraging you, your g-big is dancing like a fool and crying but would totally also be encouraging you if she was mentally there, this is the best night ever. The end of the night comes and it’s the moment of truth: you either laid your eyes on “the one” and will now do everything in your power to ensure she’s yours….OR, you haven’t found her yet, and a panic attack about never finding the perfect little will ensue. Good luck.
Juniors
Bid Day is fun for everyone, but as a junior, I’ve got to be honest, it’s a little bit lacking compared to all the other years. You’re not really able to be all over the babies because the new girls need some space and everyone all at once is too overwhelming. The sophomores have declared the Little War of 2012, and it’s pointless to get involved and accidentally Little-Block somebody. The seniors are basketcases and pretty uninterested in anything that isn’t each other and their LITs. So the Juniors remain huddled, watching the chaotic surroundings going on with the rest of their sorority over an extra plate of nachos they snagged for the table because no one could be bothered to notice. There may be a one-upmanship contest about whose little is talking to the cutest girl, but other than that, you find were way more excited about it than was necessary because last year’s Bid Day was so great. You’ll pretty much keep to yourselves, maybe make a mention of the fact that you’re relieved that recruitment is over, and largely talk about boys, your next shopping spree, or how much you hate your rival sorority. Business as usual.
Seniors
Senior year, somehow Bid Day has absolutely nothing to do with the new girls. I mean, a little bit because you have a whole slew of freshies to whom you can drunkenly devote your love to your sorority and they won’t get annoyed. In fact, they will actually be excited to see the obsession in the older girls. And the best part is they have no idea you’re wasted, because they are fresh out of high school and don’t realize that every occasion is a drinking occasion. They will confuse your drunken over-zeal as enthusiasm, your ridiculous dancing for extroversion, and your constant embracing of your pledge sisters as the paramount example of sisterhood. And it like…is. You do genuinely feel that way. But the obnoxiousness is over-stated for sure by the fact that this is the only sorority-sponsored event throughout your four years where you can drink and everyone looks the other way because you’re seniors combined with the “oh my God, this is our last Bid Day, I loooooveeee youuuu” feeling that is of course commonplace whenever something good begins coming to a close. If you don’t fall asleep on Bid Night with three of your pledge sisters cuddling together in one bed (at least one of whom has mascara-colored tears down her face), you’ve done your senior Bid Day wrong.
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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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