You put the “hell” in Panhellenic. TSM.
You put the “hell” in Panhellenic. TSM.
If it’s not one thing, it’s a brother. TSM.
The ever-present conflict of wearing your cute shoes out and knowing they’ll probably get ruined. TSM.
“I should keep this in case we have a mixer.” TSM.
Refusing to date any man who doesn’t abide by the Brooks Brothers Style Commandments. TSM.
Being on a first-name basis with the t-shirt design company. TSM.
More stressed about the coolers I’m making than the classes I’m taking. TSM.
That terrifying moment when you realize you’re now at the top of the totem pole in fam pictures. TSM.
Feeling abandoned when your big tells you she has to be a sober sister at formal. TSM.
You had me at “the third.” TSM.
Sure, accents are sexy. But guys who love America are sexier. TSM.
Sleep: that thing you do when you’re out of adderall. TSM.
Judging guys by how they like their steak cooked. TSM.
Deciding between a clutch or a cross body bag. Life is hard. TSM.
“Ugh, Why can’t I just be married to a doctor already?” TSM.
And by “class was cancelled,” I mean it was cancelled for me…by me. TSM.
The Lilly highlighters are out. Studying is about to get serious. TSM.
We say “less fortunate” but we think “less ambitious.” TSM.
My mom passed away before I went to college so I never knew I was a legacy…and I ended up in her sorority anyway. TSM.
If you can’t spell Lilly Pulitzer you definitely shouldn’t be allowed to wear it. TSM.