Forgetting your real ID exists. TSM.
Forgetting your real ID exists. TSM.
Making sure your hair looks fabulous from behind just in case you get a chance to throw what you know. TSM.
Making up excuses to get out of academic obligations, because you don’t want bid day FOMO. TSM.
Taking a Vyvanse to do your hair more efficiently. TSM.
Being asked to a fraternity’s date function the day they’re told about it, because they want to make sure you’re available. TSM.
Your little having been number one on your sorority’s bid list and on your rival sorority’s bid list. TSM.
Hooking up with a guy in the nerdy frat for his test files. TSM.
Having to explain to the bouncer why you’ve suddenly become a 21-year-old from Kansas when just last weekend you were a 24-year-old from South Carolina. TSM.
Shotgunning beers and taking pregnancy tests after chapter meeting, because your sisters are all together anyway. TSTC.
Having chosen your school based on the colors you look best in. TSM.
Your sisters automatically asking which house your new guy belongs to, rather than if he belongs to one at all. TSM.
Hooking up with your tutor before meeting for your first session. TSM.
The school newspaper coming to you to set the record straight on your favorite fraternity’s latest scandal. TSM.
Person: “How was Christmas?”
Me: “It was like Bid Day morning.”
Sexting your ex when he’s in the middle of class doubles as validation and revenge. 10/10 recommend.
Finally knowing what it feels like to be the sober one when you watch drunk people on TV. TSM.
“We need a picture. I don’t have a good one to Instagram for your birthday.” TSM.
Considering being a chapter consultant so you don’t have to stop being involved in your sorority after four years. TSM.
Being home is almost like “Child’s Weekend.” Your parents take you out and get you wasted with their friends to laugh about later.
Man hunting doesn’t stop until you’ve got a rock and a monogram. TSM.