My fear of rejection is alive and well. Not since the club "The Pink Ladies" was formed in fifth grade have I actually applied to be a part of a group.Now I am awaiting approval from some "higher-ups" who will decide whether I’m fit to be a member of the Luverne Eagles Auxiliary.I signed up and paid my $15 fee because a lady Eagle friend of mine is trying to recruit the most new members to earn a prize.I figured the $15 would pay for itself in time with the discounted first drinks Eagles members get. But this week I started wondering when I’ll hear back on my application. I picture a secret meeting of Eagles who will judge my worthiness. And then, if I’m allowed in, will they make me wear some type of fez hat? Maybe I’ll have to call Bingo a few times a year. They’ll probably make me work in the kitchen buttering toast during steak fries.As long as the initiation isn’t too painful, I can handle it in the name of becoming an Eagle. The organization itself does many admirable things. About a month ago, the Eagles’ Jimmy Durante Fund donated $1,000 for handicapped accessible playground equipment. There’s also kidney, cancer, heart, diabetes, spinal cord injury and many other special funds that the Eagles Club supports. The local steak fries most Saturday nights are fund-raisers for many local non-profit groups.So I would be proud to be affiliated with the Eagles. But the question remains — will they want to be affiliated with me? In reality, they probably give everyone the rubber stamp approval to become a member. I’d still like to think I’m something special when (or if?) I get the final go ahead to use the secret handshake, though. But seriously, after all this free publicity, how could they say no to me? Now my biggest concern should be whether I’ll be called a sheagle , an eaglette, or just a plain old auxiliary member.