CUTOUT

We still do the old tradition of personally handing out each bid./Hands shaking, thoughts flying through my mind, I felt as if I were on a trial for murder, so scared and anxious and deeply desiring knowing my future fate. My hands clenched the small white, folded piece of paper and I slowly opened it, with eyes closed before I was prepared enough to open them to peer onto the three sororities I was going to see that night for preference rounds./I was nervous, afterwards Tyler said he was too, but he sure didn't show it. /There is a feeling in our lives that we are the only ones who are living as one person and we have to fight to get noticed as individuals.