Being a long-distance Big for a charter chapter. TSM.
Being a long-distance Big for a charter chapter. TSM.
“Meet my Little, she’s perfect.” TSM.
Anxiously waiting for your little to post pictures of her gifts from big/little week for bragging rights. TSM.
Her life is tragic, but I love her. TSM.
“And let’s face it, elephants are the chicest critters this fall.” -Lilly Pulitzer. TSM.
If your other letters aren’t GOP they might as well be GDI. TSM.
I’m majoring in education because I want to have the perfect mommy schedule some day. TSM.
Finding out my professor is a sister at Big/Little reveal. TSM.
Liking every single thing on your newsfeed because they’re all the newly initiated babies’ statuses finally including letters. TSM.
Sorry, Taylor Swift, but if the Kennedy family says you’re trash, you’re trash. Better luck next time, sweetie. TSM.
Facetiming your grandbig from London so she can watch your first shot on your 21st birthday. TSM.
Judging every guy you meet on whether or not they can make cute babies and provide for the fam. Oh and give you a giant rock. TSM.
Mailing in your absentee ballot with Disney stamps. TSM.
The race you have with yourself every Sunday to see if you can wake up, sober up, and get your homework done before chapter at 7. TSM.
Your entire pledge class wearing letters the day after initiation because you finally can. TSM.
Shedding glitter when you brush your hair in the morning after a mixer. TSM.
Our philanthropy is cardiac care. Our hobby is breaking hearts. TSM.
Going to a school that’s both Forbes’ #1 public university and Playboy’s #1 party school. TSM.
Because I’m a lady…that’s why. TSM.
“Well, my Big said so.” TSM.