Refusing to check your email post-formal, because you know you’ll have a standards meeting. TSM.
Refusing to check your email post-formal, because you know you’ll have a standards meeting. TSM.
If by “boyfriend” you mean “person who carries my shopping bags,” then sure, you can be my boyfriend. TSM.
Your ex commenting on your new shack shirt as he bitterly gives your things back to you. TSM.
Leaving Friday morning yoga twice to vom up Thursday night. TSM.
We were on national television during the Heritage Golf Tournament accidentally. Cameraman was panning across the ocean and spotted some pink bikinis he couldn’t resist. TSM.
Being the most memorable at formal even though you never made it inside. TSM.
Volunteering to oversee a fraternity’s pledge project to make sure it will benefit you, directly. TSM.
Having bid day celebrations on a boat and walking away with the captains number. TSM.
Waiting to put your lipstick on until after your beer bong. TSM.
The sister designated to making sure you only BOMO with cute boys. TSM.
Chasing a passive aggressive email with a glass of wine. TSM.
“You smell like a tanning salon.” TSM.
Explaining to your father that the credit card bill would be high this month because you needed to “break the new card in.” TSM.
Being in the front and center of any and all photos. TSM.
Your hookup offering to pay the fines you’ll get if you miss chapter as a means to convince you not to leave. TSM.
Choosing to go shopping during your lunch break instead of eating. TSM.
Organizing your t-shirts by fraternity. TSM.
Determining which sister in your pledge class will adopt your littles while you’re abroad. TSM.
Senior year simultaneously serving as the logical reason not to buy more t-shirts, and the emotional excuse to buy them anyway. TSM.
Referring to a frat as your church. TSM.