Assuming he died when you don’t hear from him. TSM.
Assuming he died when you don’t hear from him. TSM.
Shacking with the president of the top fraternity at the rival school when you travel for an away game. TSM.
Making sure all of your professors are males when scheduling classes. TSM.
Watching my little get pinned by her mother and our national president. TSM.
Chapter is a weekly fashion show. TSM.
Shacking at the fraternity house because it’s closer to your 8am class than the parking lot is. TSM.
Liking every sister’s status regarding Founders’ Day. TSM.
Your sisters begging your boyfriend to find them dates to your semi-formal. NS. Your boyfriend’s brothers begging you to find them dates to your semi-formal. TSM.
Turning a wine tasting into a sisterhood. TSM.
Making it official juuuuust in time for the holidays. TSM.
Picking out names for your future children according to how their monograms will look. TSM.
Your Big, Little, and Grand Little all waking up at the frat castle Homecoming week. TSM.
Finding glitter in your bed after crafting. TSM.
Cue the “let’s hang out over Thanksgiving break” texts from boys back home. TSM.
Pinterest finally making secret boards…if only they’d been here in time for Big/Little revelation. TSM.
Feeling a pit in your stomach when you’re on the receiving end of a “did you hear what your Little just did?” text. TSM.
People being warned when you’re about to have a bitch fit. TSM.
The feeling of relief when your pledge class finally makes up the executive board and you no longer have to worry about getting in trouble. TSM.
Creating that secret list with your sisters of which fraternities you’ve all hooked up with. TSM.
“This is why we’re big and little.” TSM.