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As soon as PNMs left the Beta Delta house, the sisters would score us on that 1-10 scale, recap our conversation, and write down the name of a sister whom we were similar to in order to ensure that we would all meet like-minded individuals and have the best recruitment experience possible. It wasn’t all that personally upsetting for us to hear because we all knew that we must have been high on the “how well does she fit in” scale, and that shared, comfortable energy allowed us to feel alright about the fact that we, too, would have to score girls. The scoring process ensured that no one would slip through the cracks, recruitment would run efficiently, and everyone would end up in the best-fit chapter for them. The recruitment chairs assured us that it wasn’t evil—it was essential. ​ But, they chose their words carefully. The recruitment chairs constantly reminded us that no one gets a score of “zero,” because every girl going through recruitment would fit in on some level. They drilled it into our heads, over and over again, that we were scoring girls on how much they reminded us of our current sisters rather than valuing them on our perceived quality of their individual character. It wasn’t offensive because giving a girl a score of 4/10 wasn’t declaring that she was a 4/10 individual, it was only suggesting that she would get along better with girls in a different chapter of our community. ​ They did tell us, however, to pay close attention to the column of the scorecard that asked which of our current sisters the PNM reminds us of. They told us that if we did not have an answer to this question, it was an effective indicator that Beta Delta was probably not the best place for her.   They didn’t have to say it in a way that was more explicit or more vicious than that; they didn’t have to tell us what it meant to be “similar to” or “dissimilar to” our current sisters; they didn’t have to tell us exactly what quantified worth of membership in our undoubtedly yet indistinctly elite community.   Whether we admitted it to ourselves or not, we knew.