Color coding your iPhone apps. TSM.
Color coding your iPhone apps. TSM.
Being the exception, not the rule. TSM.
Not having to ask a guy to formal because your man already knows he’s coming. TSM.
“You made my bed glittery.” TSM.
What happens at chapter stays at chapter. TSM.
Heading out for the night before your bruises from last week have even gone away. TSM.
Being a “dirty rushing” ploy for your boyfriend’s fraternity when the freshmen come visit campus. TSM.
Visits to the bartender at night and the barista in the morning. TSM.
Cracking a smile when you catch him staring at you from across the room after you’ve both “moved on.” TSM.
Casually moving your jacket so your letters are showing when you see a hot guy. TSM.
Being known around campus as the senior bitch, but everyone loving you anyway. TSM.
Your big writing your appeal letter to standards. TSM.
Defeating the reigning champs by winning Greek Sing on your chapter’s birthday. TSM.
Creeping people one last time before unfriending them, to remind you how much better your life is. TSM.
I should just be in a relationship with my sorority. It makes me happier than any boyfriend ever did. TSM.
Never knowing if people are checking out your letters, or you, or both. TSM.
If you didn’t get invited to formal in a cute way, did it really happen? TSM.
Monogramming your chapter’s spirit jerseys. TSM.
Your chapter’s drinking songs overpowering the band at the bar, causing them to stop to let you finish. TSM.
Not being able to have a meal at the country club without being asked to meet someone’s son. TSM.