Not asking him to form, telling him he’s going. TSM
Not asking him to form, telling him he’s going. TSM
Why would I buy a fraternity rush shirt when I know I can get one for free when I shack in a few weeks?
My biggest fear is checking my email after the standards chair announces that standards notices have been sent out. And spiders. Don’t like spiders.
Buying a new shirt when you hear about a day party instead of stopping home to change out of your letters.
Being home is smashing a beer with your dad and seeing his disappointment but feeling his mental high five.
If you truly put in the work, every game is a drinking game.
Man hunting doesn’t stop until you’ve got a rock and a monogram. TSM.
I put the “lit” in “little.” TSM.
Venmo is my favorite social media, because I love to try and guess what illegal activity “you know” is referring to.
“Wait. Is this a story from when you were drunk or when you were a kid?”
Being home is almost like “Child’s Weekend.” Your parents take you out and get you wasted with their friends to laugh about later.
Sexting your ex when he’s in the middle of class doubles as validation and revenge. 10/10 recommend.
Suck it up. Drink it down.
“What sorority is she in?”
“She’s not in one.”
“Oh. Irrelevant.”
Standards: So, we’re going to have to put you on social probation for two weeks.
Me: Let’s just leave 2017 in 2017.
I could either lie during my standards meeting, and likely get caught. Or I could just bring nuggets, and we’ll all pretend like nothing ever happened. TSM.
My relationships are a lot like Brita pitchers: usually empty and it seems like I’m the only one putting anything into it. TSM.
It’s amazing that standards is “coincidentally” always the first person to view my story. This must be how my not-boyfriend feels. TSM.
Person: “How was Christmas?”
Me: “It was like Bid Day morning.”
I can’t wait for new Instagram followers. I mean sisters. TSM.