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My frat (Kappa sigma) was like what you've written.  Rush both Fall and Spring, but we also used Continuous Open Bidding (COB) to fill vacancies.  As long as you weren't initiated, you could switch houses.

It would be more acceptable to create a "Chapter 1: part 2" than to go back and edit chapter 1 without letting anyone know that's what happened. 

Chapter 1: Eon Flux Avery Rivers never really believed in luck, or it might be more fair to say she never believed luck was on her side. In her case perspective is everything. Serendipity and zemblanity are often two sides of the same coin. Rain hammered the glass, overpowering the worn-out wipers. But that's Washington in the winter, you just keep driving. Today's storm, however, was different. It felt like an omen, the clouds were dark.   Avery focused on the road dead ahead, her eyes piercing anxiously through the miles between here and her destination. She probably drove faster than she should have in an old rustbucket VW van.  Dashing hurriedly through the heavy wind, the van rocked like a boat on stormy seas, her mind fixated on the dread of possibly missing her final project presentation. And then it happened. An unseen hand of hydroplanic force displaced the tin can of a van into the muddy embankment. Avery seethed. I can't believe I'm such a dumbass, she thought. She had thoroughly prepared all of her presentation notes and talking points. She had practiced for hours, but she overlooked the tiny details of waking up on time and driving carefully. "Aurghhhh!" Her balled-up fist pounded on the steering wheel as she cried in frustration. Much like the windshield, her eyes now grew sodden with tears. As she pressed the gas pedal further and further, the engine whinnied, but the wheels did not budge. Perhaps if by any luck at all an Uber would get her to class on time. As for "Rusty V. Dubs," her van, that would be a problem for later.   It didn't take too long for the Uber to arrive. The black Altima pulled in front of her van. Avery trudged through the muddy sludge on the shoulder of the road. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the deep, sinking sensation of the viscous ground refusing to accept her step, and she landed squarely on her butt. She held her laptop bag for dear life to keep it from getting soaked. Through her peripheral vision, Avery thought she noticed a movement in the trees—a slight, prismatic light pattern—but she realized her mind was drifting and she should get up promptly to avoid becoming soaked. The Uber driver came out to help her up. "I'm fine, I'm fine!" she exclaimed. Realizing suddenly that she was covered in mud, she wondered if this driver would still let her in his car. "I'm sorry, I don't want to make a mess in your car," she cried. Elliott, the Uber driver, was cheerful despite the conditions. He popped the trunk, pulled out a couple of puppy pads, and laid them neatly over the seat. "It's all good. I'm gonna have to charge a pet fee, though," he laughed. Avery was in no joking mood, it seemed. "I have 10 minutes to get to Arntzen Hall," she pleaded. The minimal small talk during the short drive revolved around Avery's unfortuitous morning. She made it. 7:55. The restroom needed to be the first stop, not only was she about to burst but she was still covered in mud, her hair was stringy and wet, and her eyeshadow was running. She wiped off her makeup and slicked back her short, jet-black hair. She removed her coat, and carefully folded the muddy parts inside. The coat at least absorbed most of the mud. She said a quiet affirmation as she stepped through the classroom door. For all the times Avery had luck like this, she had learned to account for it with calm confidence. Bad luck was just her thing. 8:00. Avery clenched her MacBook, strutting to the podium. Professor Sterling clicked an old analog stopwatch without looking up. "You have exactly thirty minutes," Sterling announced, his pen already poised on a blank section of the roster. "When the alarm sounds, the next student begins." The 30 minutes passed fluidly as she demonstrated the observed behavioral changes in the resident Orca J pod of Puget Sound. The challenging part was to summarize three years of study. The long nights of reading through thousands of pages of research and, most importantly, spending two summers working at the Aquatic Institute. After wrapping up, Avery exited the lecture hall with her classmate, Lane. "Your presentation didn't put me to sleep like everyone else's," Lane quipped. "Thanks, but I was afraid I would fuck it up because I was a hot mess when I got here." "You did great. I gave you all 10s on the peer evaluation," they exclaimed. "I think that's supposed to be confidential, by the way. Don't expect me to reciprocate," Avery joked. "Are you doing anything right now?" Lane asked. "Wanna go get a bite?" "I would, but I sorta drove my car into a ditch on my way here, and I have to figure out how to get it out." "Wait. What? How'd you manage that?" "You know how I panic. I overslept, was rushing in the storm, and ran off the road." "Avery, of course I'm gonna drive you to your van and help you out. Don't even try to argue." "Yeah. I appreciate it." Several hours passed.  Retrieving the van had taken a bit longer than expected with the amount of rain and mud. The two had agreed to meet up later since they were both now covered in mud.   Avery shared a medium-sized Victorian with three roommates, but her room was easily the most unique.  It featured polished wood floors and a large widow’s peak window that served as the focal point.  Though the salmon-colored walls weren't her choice, they provided a striking contrast to the intricate burgundy and black, Indian mandala tapestry hanging on the opposite side. The narrow wall by the door featured a painting of Orca whale that she painted in high school. Framing the window cuttout, several well-tended pothos plants spilled over their pots, their lush tendrils winding around the window frame and cascading nearly to the floor. The air was thick with the sweet, heavy scent of Nag Champa incense. A book shelf held a selection of sci-fi and fantasy classics from Lovecraft to Tolkien. A shelf contained a collection of tarot decks. On top of the book shelf she displayed a variety of minerals and crystals.   Standing before her wardrobe, a decision loomed. The choices were dark, and darker still. Ultimately, she swapped the business casual blouse from her presentation earlier and slacks for something more casual. She chose a well-worn Motörhead tee, fitted black skinny jeans, and a vintage, flowing alpine-green cardigan. One hundred percent of Avery's shoes were boots. She wore a pair of mid-high Demonias with six buckles, and platform heels. Not the most functional as fate would have. She reached the top of the stairs, but only for a second. Technically, she made it to the bottom too—face first. As Avery lay there, the world spinning, a glowing figure flickered into existence. It was the same shimmer she’d glimpsed in the woods, pulsing from a translucent ghost to a solid, vibrant creature.  It was absurd. It had a face like a porcelain doll, with a button nose and bushy, feathery eyebrows. Its body, however, was that of a mosquito, supported by spindly human arms and legs. It was coated in what looked like prismatic glitter, and its hummingbird wings beat with a blurred, iridescent hum. “Wait, you can see me?” it exclaimed, hovering inches from her nose. “I'm so sorry. Are you hurt?” Avery didn’t answer. She just stared, mesmerized. She pushed herself up into a sit, but the pain she expected from the fall never came. In fact, she felt lighter.    The throbbing in her face vanished, replaced by a wave of pure, bubbling joy. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to hug the little mosquito-man. “I don't think so,” she finally mustered, a goofy grin spreading across her face. “Avery? What are you doing?” Liz stood at the top of the landing, looking down in confusion. From her perspective, her roommate was just sitting in a heap at the base of the stairs, talking to the empty air, and had the semblance of a giddy small child.   The creature’s eyes went wide. It gave a frantic little wave and vanished into thin air, leaving nothing behind but a faint scent of ozone and the lingering feeling of a joke Avery couldn't quite remember.            

For a change of pace from my usual Huggies snug and dry I'm currently in a size 8 parents choice which is still dry at the moment. It's good till bedtime then I'll put my usual Huggies overnight on for bed.