I never knew something so small could cause large amounts of stress and anxiety, but alas, that it what this little object does. Let me explain why.
Recently I decided that I wasn't accomplishing enough in my life, and I decided that I wanted to branch out and make a group of friends that actually did stuff. While at camp I had heard about coed fraternities, so I thought about checking it out at ASU. Well, one day as I was walking from my class at the Business school I saw little tables set up with Greek letters plastered everywhere. I decided to walk over to take a peek, and the next thing I knew I was invited to a dinner for a coed business fraternity.
At first I thought joining the fraternity would be way more than I could handle, but I decided to check it out anyway. So going against all laws of nature, I went to the dinner (by myself), which was formal (let me reiterate, I was by myself), and met the active members. After hearing more about it, I thought it could actually be really fun and decided to apply. (Some of the things they do are plan 4 types of events as a pledge class.)
So, one thing led to another, and before I knew it I was a pledge for Delta Sigma Pi. This is where the pin comes in. We each got a little pin and were told the rules--one of which being that we must wear it at all times. If we are caught without it, then it's an infraction. Two infractions and that's bad. Three, and that's REALLY bad. So what do I do? I lose the pin on the first day that we have to wear it. No, let me rephrase that. The pin decided to unclasp and remove itself from my shirt during the most inopportune time so that I could not find it once I realized that it was gone.
So ya. It's gone. You'd think that this is the stress and anxiety that I spoke of earlier, right? Wrong. I was surprisingly calm and unfreaked out when I called the president of pledge education to tell him I that needed a new one, and I was able to get it the next day. This is a huge deal considering I'm the queen of being terrified of messing up and letting others down. Maybe it means I'm growing up. Anyway.
The stress and anxiety comes from the fact that I can't lose this new pin. If I do then that's two infractions, which is BAD. So I have a dilemma here. I want to keep the darn pin in my safe for the nine weeks so that no one can touch it and it won't get lost, but I have to keep it on me at all times. But if I keep it on me, then I just know that it will somehow lose itself again. So for the next nine weeks I will be constantly thinking about this little pin, wondering where it is and hoping that it hasn't found freedom.
So now you know the story of the pledge pin.
