Baking American cupcakes for an entire fraternity so they will shut up and listen to your plans for Greek Week. TSM.
Baking American cupcakes for an entire fraternity so they will shut up and listen to your plans for Greek Week. TSM.
Finding a guy ten times more attractive when he is wearing the top tier fraternity’s letters. TSM.
My children will understand the value of glitter. TSM.
“Which phone case do you like with this outfit?” TSM.
Being a triple legacy. TSM.
Having just the right affinity for sports. TSM.
Please me, excite me, lavalier me. TSM.
If you don’t come back from spring break with a tan, it’s like you never went. TSM.
Walking out of class with pages of notes…of ideas for your upcoming philanthropy event. TSM.
The pure astonishment when your perfect “I’m innocent” outfit doesn’t do anything for your meeting with standards. TSM.
So used to crafting your little’s monogram that you almost forget your own. Almost. TSM.
I may love to shop, but I’m not buying your bullshit. TSM.
Not trusting people who don’t have iPhones. TSM.
Your big having to send the “I’m not your big” text to your little, because you know it will make her cry. TSM.
Your advisor crafting tumblers for your sisters to take on spring break. TSM.
Stuffing Easter eggs for your philanthropy. TSM.
Fully expecting your husband to meet your Pinterest engagement and wedding expectations. TSM.
“It’s ok, I worked out today.” TSM.
Longchamp being the unofficial sorority girl tote for Rho Chis. TSM.
Deleting him from Facebook, then stalking him from your best friend’s account. TSM.