Automatically pulling up future engagement rings when your science professor opens a unit on rocks and minerals. TSM.
Automatically pulling up future engagement rings when your science professor opens a unit on rocks and minerals. TSM.
Tebow in Vogue. TSM.
Being a senior and still obsessed with your pledge class. TSM.
“It’s the one with the glitter.” TSM.
Not being able to decide which homemade Halloween costume to make this year. TSM.
Every generation of our Greek family being a one-to-one match. TSM.
Your sisters being as excited about your birthday as you are. TSM.
Louboutin red, ritual white, Tiffany blue. TSM.
The twilight zone effect that “do whatever you want” makes him do whatever YOU want instead. TSM.
Fasting with your Jewish friend for the holiday. You know…for moral support. TSM.
Having a love/hate relationship with the summer/fall shoe transition. TSM.
Your sisters from another university pinning photos of your bid day shirt. TSM.
Because my momma taught me better than that. TSM.
When his pledges realize just how much say you have. TSM.
The simultaneous squeal when you video chat your sister abroad. TSM.
Determining what size shirt to get based on whether or not you will have to wear real pants with it. TSM.
“I know who your Big is…” TSM.
“You’re definitely a Carrie, with like, some Samantha aspects, and Charlotte hair. That’s like a really good combination.” TSM.
Big-little week, AKA avoid-your-future-little-like-the-plague-so-they-don’t-figure-out-who-you-are-before-reveal week. TSM.
Being a cover girl, not a centerfold. TSM.