College. I’m supposed to have the best time of my life right? Well, I think I Just wasted the very first month of college being busy joining this “group.” I’m not even supposed to talk about this to anyone, but… I really don’t care anymore. I was so excited to join but at the end it didn’t really work out too well. Before college even started, my boyfriend warned me to avoid these “groups.” I decided to check them out anyway during freshman convocation, I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to look, right? Well in the end, it literally hurt. I got a calendar of events from a couple of these “groups” but I was only interested in joining one. They seemed more down-to-Earth than the rest of them. I freaked out when I read the calendar the next day because I realized I have freshman seminar on Tuesdays, the day where they had the most fun events. They even had a free bubble tea event! I even texted the people on the contacts list to ask if I’d be eligible for an interview if I missed them. I was asking myself, “Why do I need to be interviewed?”
I went to as many events as I could. One of my favorite events was the manicure event. What girl doesn’t like a manicure?! I also got to meet a lot of people and got to know them better. Another favorite was an event where we learned about different cultures’ games. That was the first time I really opened up to everyone, when I was jumping around and laughing with them. But that is how they suck you in! They’re so nice and charming when they’re recruiting people.
After that month was over, I was invited to join them, but I would have to go through a “learning process.” I’ve heard rumors about this “process,” but I wanted to give it a try anyway because at that time, I already felt like I’ve gone far. There were only a couple of people who were invited and by the third day, one of them had quit the process. I really should’ve quit when things weren’t so serious! We basically had a packed schedule and unnecessary workload. I felt stressed, behind in school, and too busy for anything else including seeing my boyfriend, hanging out with family and with Block 32 during breaks, and even having time for myself. That was when I started slacking. I wanted to quit so badly but they kept telling me, “It’s worth it. Don’t give up.” My mom said they’re brainwashed.
On the last day I was still a part of the process, I had to go somewhere at night. Oh, that night… I was able to handle all the workload that was suddenly thrown at me, but that night was the last straw. I’m not going to say exactly what happened in that basement that night because it’s a secret, but that was when I knew it wasn’t worth it anymore. They didn’t dare to touch me or anything like that, but how was that NOT hazing? I couldn’t believe the people who have done this before stuck with it until the end. They’re desperate and brainwashed! I’m not going to be controlled in that way by a group of people who I barely know. My mom doesn’t even yell at me like that. WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE?!
So I quit, finally. It’s been a week since I quit, and I haven’t felt so relieved and free in forever, it seems. I feel like myself again. I really should’ve listened to what my boyfriend said before college. He felt bad after I quit because he actually supported me when I told him all the benefits this “group” would bring me, but I guess I was brainwashed into thinking it was worth it too. Well, I wasted the whole first month of college doing this. I guess I didn’t waste it completely… I did meet a lot of people… but it’s not like we talk anymore.
Awkward.
