Having a few dresses that are shorter than your t-shirts. TSTC.

Doing a whole load of laundry just for sorority shirts. TSM.

“You sound just like your big.” TSM.

“Did you get a T-Shirt? it only counts if you got a T-Shirt.” TSTC.

Your actual little sister running home to you on Bid Day. TSM.

Offering him something to sleep in, then silently praying that they’re his shorts and not the other guy’s. TSTC.

I’ll make the Jell-O shots. I took AP Chem in high school. TSM.

Judging someone by her big. TSM.

Being in the fraternity’s GroupMe. TSM.

It’s not personal. It’s recruitment. TSM.

We’re just wine drunk. It’s not really drunk. TSM.

“What’s his major? And can I be a housewife if I keep him around?” TSM.

Becoming the seniors you were once afraid of. TSM.

Upgrading to a shack sweatshirt for fall. TSM.

Define “formal” for chapter. TSM.

It needs to be a paddle. I can’t haze with a plaque. TSM.

Waking up to the sweet sound of Trap Queen on frat row. TSM.

That’s her little, but I think we all know who holds the paddle in that relationship. TSM.

I’m reaaaallly sorry, but could you take one more? TSM.

“Oh, I only drink vodka and wine.”
“Really? I drink anything and everything” TSM.