You’re only as good as your last pledge class. TSM.
You’re only as good as your last pledge class. TSM.
But I kinda want to save this outfit for Friday night… TSM.
The “he texted me” squeal. TSM.
That awkward moment when you walk up to a PNM, see her last name, and think “I’ve hooked up with your older brother.” TSM.
Organizing your closet into letters or no letters. TSM.
Waking up with a recruitment hangover. TSM.
Sweetie, you aren’t pretty enough to act like that. TSM.
Deciding which sorority each Disney Princess would belong in. TSM.
The internal debate on whether to monogram it or put your letters on it. TSM.
Getting a little upset when you find out you won’t be able to decorate your cap when you graduate from med school. TSM.
The look on your rival sorority’s faces when all of their rush crushes run to you on Bid Day. TSM.
Taking a back-up pair of shoes to class so I don’t ruin my new suede flats in the 30% chance of rain. TSM.
Trying to write a different message on every new member’s wall because I don’t want it to be generic. TSM.
Highest GPA, lowest BMI. TSM.
Corkscrews being under Target’s “College Essentials” section. TSM.
Daddy’s the president of the company, fratdaddy’s the president of the fraternity. TSM.
The “WAKE UP BETCHES! It’s Game Day!” mass text. TSM.
Being the sister with the go-to closet for all America themed events. TSM.
T-shirt or it didn’t happen. TSM.
Big tested, little approved. TSM.