Having a separate load of laundry for letters. TSM.
Having a separate load of laundry for letters. TSM.
Conferring with everyone you know about texting a guy, until you find someone who says you can do it. TSM.
Knowing that you like a girl when you can detect the secret bitch in her. TSM.
Some relationships just have to be measured in presents bought. TSM.
Spending hours at an event with your bestie, only to call her immediately upon leaving to recap. TSM.
Marc Jacobs going shirtless for Diet Coke. TSM.
Having more power over a fraternity than its pledges do. TSM.
A guy’s fraternity’s ranking affecting his level of attractiveness. TSM.
Tanning is the best stress reliever. TSM.
Leaving 10 minutes earlier than necessary because you have to factor in stopping to talk people on campus. TSM.
Using wine bottles as weights for your workout because they’re laying around. TSM.
Having a love-hate relationship with your recruitment chair. TSM.
It’s not called a clique. It’s called being better than everyone else. TSM.
“Playing dress-up begins at age five and never truly ends” -Kate Spade. TSM.
Taking recruitment themes just as seriously as social themes. TSM.
Nothing is sexier than a man in a suit. TSM.
Perfecting the fake-reach for your wallet charade. TSM.
Your sorority board being your most repinned board on Pinterest. TSM.
Forgetting the words “big” and “little” are technically adjectives, not people. TSM.
Dad taught me how to throw a football. Mom taught me how to look classy doing it. TSM.