I get by with a little help from my sisters. TSM.

Strike one, you’re out. TSM.

Still taking first day of school pictures. TSM.

You’re tacky and I hate you. TSM.

First day of school and my classes are Dance and Ceramics. So excited! TSM.

Staying peppy and bubbly in a 10 hour recruitment workshop of chanting and I have a migraine. TSM.

Elastic waistbands are for norts and norts alone. TSM.

The age old test to see if the PNMs eat the snacks we provide during recruitment. TSM.

Three letters always make the boobs look better. TSM.

Having 60 new friend requests on bid day. TSM.

Ending on a pro: “She showed up for recruitment.” TSM.

Closet full of new shoes > Sex. TSM.

Knowing exactly which sorority every PNM will be in the second they walk through the door. TSM.

Becoming a professional investigator when someone’s Facebook is private. TSM.

Pretending you know nothing about the PNM you’re talking to when in reality you stalked her facebook for an hour the night before. TSM.

Helping your fratdaddy by flirting with the freshman boys at rush parties. TSM.

Getting hammered the night before recruitment starts and recovering the entire week you’re forced to be sober. TSM.

Post-makeout Facebook stalking. TSM.

It’s bid day, bid day. Gotta get down on bid day! TSM.

I lost my voice 3 days ago, so I tweet excessively. TSM.