Texting, snap chatting, and sliding into your little’s DMs as she sits next to you at chapter. TSM.
Texting, snap chatting, and sliding into your little’s DMs as she sits next to you at chapter. TSM.
“Why do you look different in these pictures?” “I was drunk in all of them.” TSTC.
Finding mascara in your backpack, but not having a pencil. TSM.
Being half offended but half flattered when he talks about how hot your friends are. TSM.
Laughing at the boxed wine’s claim to stay fresh for 6 weeks, because you know you’re lucky if it lasts 6 hours. TSM.
If stalking yourself on social media is wrong then I don’t want to be right. TSM.
Threatening to break up to see how well he handles your crazy. TSM.
Working out for your recruitment body more than you did for your summer body. TSM.
Wearing your sorority tees all summer in hopes of meeting a sister. TSM.
When you’re dating the president of your favorite fraternity and all the guys call you The First Lady. TSM.
“I only stayed with him so long because he’s hot and I wanted the Instagram likes.” TSM.
Wearing your letters to places that you definitely shouldn’t. TSTC.
It’s not a recruitment workshop without Starbucks and a hangover. TSM.
Passively aggressively not liking your fwb when he poses in pictures with other girls. TSM.
Calories from fast food don’t count when you’ve been drinking. TSM.
Prepping for recruitment pictures with squats. TSM.
Spending an hour clearing out your phone storage to make room for another semester worth of pictures. TSM.
Picking your syllabus week outfits two weeks before classes begin. TSM.
Still smiling when you’re facing away from the camera to throw what you know. TSM.
Packing your flag for any and all vacations. TSM.