If it’s not monogrammed, it’s not mine. TSM.
If it’s not monogrammed, it’s not mine. TSM.
Having loud inappropriate conversations with your sisters over froyo. TSM.
What happens in the group chat, stays in the group chat. No exceptions. TSM.
Not trusting yourself to run for a position, because being “the fun one” is a role you fill so well. TSM.
“I can’t. I’m on a cleanse.” TSM.
Your president moving elections so they don’t interfere with your 21st birthday. TSM.
Building your alcohol tolerance back up after a summer of cleansing. TSM.
Introducing your mom to the Starbucks card. TSM.
All of the alumnae wishing you were in their line. TSM.
Having the littlest little. TSM.
Telling your sisters they aren’t allowed to have any fun until you get back to school. TSM.
The “I haven’t seen you all summer and you’re never allowed to leave me again” hug. TSM.
Not having a voice after Bid Day. TSM.
Getting more fraternity shirts from recruitment than from shacking. TSM.
Blackmailing your standards chair so you don’t have to go to standards. TSM.
Playing the summer hookup game better than the boys. TSM.
Matching your cocktail to your golf polo. TSM.
“It’s like we never left.” TSM.
Trolling Tinder because you know a fraternity’s conference is in town. TSM.
It’s not a drinking problem, it’s a drinking solution. TSM.