Wearing your letters and looking your best anytime you go to Hobby Lobby because it is guaranteed you will run into another sorority. TSM.
Wearing your letters and looking your best anytime you go to Hobby Lobby because it is guaranteed you will run into another sorority. TSM.
“Can you just be my big?” TSM.
Doing your laundry according to when you’ll run out of Norts. TSM.
Pumpkin-flavored everything. TSM.
“I don’t like him, I just want to prove I can have him.” TSM.
That feeling of satisfaction when you get the bartender’s attention before a girl in your rival sorority. TSM.
This is a sorority, not a democracy. TSM.
Telling your professor to Google your dad. TSM.
I’m tired of being the better person. One day, I’ll be the bitch they claim I am. TSM.
Silently celebrating when your rival sorority gets shut down for hazing. TSM.
Getting snaps at chapter for your crazy weekend. TSM.
That “I just met my Little” moment. TSM.
Going to your risk management meeting tipsy. TSM.
Hooking up with your rival sorority’s coach for Derby Days. TSM.
“Your Big loves you!” TSM.
Recruitment week means having to choose between eating and sleeping. I chose my beauty rest. TSM.
It takes more than a wink, more than a drink, and more than you think. TSM.
Going to add new members on Facebook and finding that they’ve already updated their cover photos to your Lilly print. TSM.
It’s okay to reward myself for finishing my essay with a new dress, right? TSM.
Bid cards are so well-crafted that PNMs who went with your rival regret their decision. TSM.