The blonder, the better. TSM.
The blonder, the better. TSM.
Going hard on July 4th, even though you’re a Canadian chapter. TSM.
Believe in your selfie. TSM.
If I don’t remember, it didn’t happen. TSM.
“Oh, we don’t have favorites. We like to hang out with all of the fraternities on campus.” TSM.
50 shades of glitter. TSM.
I’ve got my sisters, and all she’s got is you. TSM.
On a scale from 1-formal, how drunk were you last night? TSM.
Knowing nothing about sports, but still knowing how to score. TSM.
Determining the status of your night based on the amount of glitter in your hair in the morning. TSM.
Matching your MacBook case to your planner. TSM.
Abusing the power that comes with being a senior. TSM.
Feeling both proud and humiliated when your boy tells you you’re the first girl he’s cried over. TSM.
Abusing the power that comes from telling a guy at the bar that it’s one of your friends’ birthdays. TSM.
Feeling like you can relate to The Bachelorette because you have a hard time keeping your Tinder matches straight. TSM.
Kill them with craftiness. TSM.
Mourning your grand-big’s graduation, because it’s the sorority equivalent to a death in the family. TSM.
Your best friend from home coincidentally having the same rival sorority you do. TSM.
Having family letters and roommate letters. TSM.
Learning about geography by talking to PNMs about where they’re from. TSM.