Pregaming at Greek week events for the parties later that night. TSM.
Pregaming at Greek week events for the parties later that night. TSM.
All I want is everything. TSM.
Preparations for a weekend away involving decisions about clothes, shoes, and which flavor of Burnett’s to split with your bestie. TSM.
Worrying that you’ll have to pay your security deposit because of the glitter stuck in the carpet. TSM.
Greek week practices being scheduled early in the evening so everyone can still go out every night. TSM.
Growing up and moving on, but never forgetting the house you came from. TSM.
Taking a sick day from classes but still being in perfect physical condition to go out that night. TSM.
When your professor asks the class, “Who shops at Nordstrom?” and the only people to raise their hands are you and your sisters. TSM.
Writing an email to the university insisting that they turn on your house’s fountain for formal. TSM.
The official seasonal switch from leggings to Norts. TSM.
Making your snapchats last 10 seconds when you know you look cute. TSM.
Feeling hungover, looking composite-ready. TSM.
“Are you going to chapter?” TSM.
If you somehow mistook my silence to mean “I need space” instead of “immediately start begging for my forgiveness,” you’re brain dead. TSM.
Sunburn. NS. Artificial UV ray burn. TSM.
Insisting your little buy a new dress because for your graduation. TSM.
The classic American flag emoji next to Dad’s name. TSM.
If only everyday was Winesday. TSM.
You and your bestie being the topic of a fraternity’s pledges group text. TSM.
Who does he think he is? Like, have you seen his LuLu? TSM.