Sending the fat friend-of-a-friend to get drinks. TSM.
Sending the fat friend-of-a-friend to get drinks. TSM.
Playing the “This is a private party, you are going to have to leave” card in a public bar. TSM.
“I know exactly how we can get back at him. I saw it on Pinterest.” TSM.
Purposely refraining from sleeping with anyone in your favorite fraternity to avoid a scandal when you’re made sweetheart. TSM.
A little white dress is just as essential to your wardrobe as a little black one. TSM.
More controversy in the house over who should be our chapter’s president than who should be our nation’s president. TSM.
Getting into a bar using your student ID. TSM.
It’s my birthday and I’ll rage if I want to. TSM.
The fraternity next door got super drunk, and toilet papered the other sororities. They serenaded us. TSM.
She says she’s his new girlfriend. His friends say she’s his new slam. Winning. TSM.
Another weekend, another very narrowly avoided standards meeting. TSM.
Having a fraternity move the date of their initiation just so they can come to your semi-formal. TSM.
Cheers to every warning text from standards. TSM.
Being able to call your school’s first female president your sister. TSM.
The it’s-so-loud-in-here-I-have-no-idea-what-you’re-saying-but-will-pretend-to-understand-you-so-I-don’t-hurt-your-feelings nod. TSM.
Graduating college, landing an amazing job, and having my G to the 6th as a boss. TSM.
“Ugh. We’re having a mixer with THAT house…” TSM.
Initiation is the only time you will see my nails unpainted. TSM.
Making a tutu work for every costume idea. TSM.
I survived Halloween but my fake eyelashes didn’t. TSM.