I already made the mistake of doing it once, and I will not
do it again. When my mother and I endured the 15 hour road trip down to
Tuscaloosa, Alabama for the University of Alabama PanHellenic Preview Weekend, we
did not know what we were getting ourselves into. I, along with 1,500 other anxious
girls attending Bama next fall, watched a fashion show explaining each detail of
what we should wear during rush, heard about the 16 recommendation letters we need,
and toured all the sorority houses. As I placed my name tag around my neck at
the beginning of the day, I did not know why I selected my real name. REBECCA BLACK. Although it served as a decent
conversation starter, some people thought I lied. “Your name is Rebecca
Black?!? Oh my God, no its not! Hahah Friday
Friday!!” And…I was sung to the rest
of the day. So for starters, I do not want to be known as THE Rebecca Black. We’re
going to stick to Becky. I can’t endure mocking renditions of the hit song “Friday.”
No way, no how. Furthermore, I want to stay true to who I am and let the people
I meet see my true personality. I have heard from several sources about how
rush this fall will easily be the most stressful event of my college career.
Endless interviews, socials, parties, and judgment. I mean, The University of
Alabama has the largest Greek Organization in the country. It’s cut-throat man.
And although I truly want to be a southern belle with a thick southern accent,
(and will be that girl one day) I need to remember where I came from and how I became
the person I am today. I want to be viewed as the strong individual that I am.
Full of confidence and always (well, usually) a great person to be around. I
want people to understand and appreciate my blunt personality along with my usually
inappropriate, yet funny, sense of humor. I hope that I can find classmates who
take me for who I am and help me reach my full potential. I want to be viewed as
someone who cares about others and wants the best for herself and everyone who
she comes in contact with. But all in all, I know one thing for sure. I do not want
to be known as THE Rebecca Black. I don’t even like Fridays that much.
I also have a first name that differs from the name I go by, however, no one mistakes me for a bogus pop-star. But I think my full name changes how people see me, and like you, I just want to let people see my true personality. And good luck with rushing this fall!
ReplyDeleteBecky, this blog made me laugh because I can only imagine the wonderful renditions of that terrible song you hear. I also am very intrigued by your excitement surrounding the rush process because it sounds extremely intimidating to me. I am sure you will do really well in rush, and who knows maybe your name will make you stand out amongst the others.
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