Getting an A on the paper you wrote after a bottle and a half of wine. TSM.
Getting an A on the paper you wrote after a bottle and a half of wine. TSM.
“You’re causing a scene.” TSM.
Being in charge of decorating the office for every holiday. TSM.
All of your friends in fraternities asking you to craft their Greek week costumes for them. TSM.
Discussing what you ate for the day being an unspoken “who’s the skinniest” contest. TSM.
Going from asset to liability in under one semester. TSM.
Your boyfriend calling your little “little.” TSM.
Feeling that you can only adequately judge a girl when you know which sorority she’s in. TSM.
Sucking up to your dad the moment spring lines are released. TSM.
“How many bags is it acceptable to pack for spring break?” TSM.
Being terrified you’ll post something under the wrong Facebook profile after making a page for your new little. TSM.
Mastering the art of dressing comfortably while still looking put together. TSM.
Grocery shopping for the first time in weeks and only coming home with a bottle of wine. TSM.
Inviting him to a dated event by buying him a themed bow tie. TSM.
Your advisor complimenting your hair before you get started. TSM.
Your chapter winning the most awards at region weekend. TSM.
I don’t even have to haze the babies, they’re already terrified of me. TSM.
Feeling conflicted because you want to brag about the crafts you made for your little, but you want to keep them a secret. TSM.
Getting a private tour of the Cartier mansion on 5th Street while your jewelry gets cleaned. TSM.
Your fiance proposing right after you finish the Disney Princess run. TSM.