Sunday afternoon socials that end with an impromptu serenading. TSM.
Sunday afternoon socials that end with an impromptu serenading. TSM.
Hugging goodbye as best friends, and then hugging hello as sisters on bid day. TSM.
Pre-ordering your Lilly iPhone 5 case before your iPhone 5. TSM.
Unintentionally wearing the same letters as your big on the first day of her semester in Paris. TSM.
Stalking the new members as a new alumna. TSM.
The universal “save me” face you give your sisters when you need to be freed from a geed. TSM.
Baking bow tie shaped sugar cookies for your favorite fraternity’s pref night. TSM.
My iPhone changing “bitch” to “betch.” TSM.
It looks like Pinterest threw up in here. TSM.
2,215 pictures of me on Facebook. None of them suitable for LinkedIn. TSM.
Lilly Pulitzer releasing the “Tusk in Sun” print right before the election. TSM.
I want my outfit to say “I’m fighting with my boyfriend, please look at my boobs.” TSM.
Unsure of how you can possibly outdo yourself, but confident you will since it’s senior year. TSM.
Always gossiping in a whisper, even when you’re positive no one else is around. TSM.
Be nice to me. Your pledge master is my boyfriend. TSM.
Excited for the iPhone 5, even more excited for Tory Burch’s new iPhone 5 cases. TSM.
The “is he looking this way” hair flip. TSM.
Sharing recipes, but keeping the best ones for yourself. TSM.
The secret contest you have with yourself at the beginning of each semester to see how long you can go without repeating an outfit. TSM.
Being able to call the current Miss America your sister. TSM.