Forgetting his name. Remembering his letters. TSM.

Being the sister standards warns the pledges about. TSM.

True sisterhood: passing out on a porch holding hands after a long day of drinking. TSM.

My heart doesn’t care about him. My mind is mad at him. My body just wants to do him. TSM.

Smirking to stop yourself from saying something bitchy. TSM.

Being able to shower, do your hair, pick out an outfit, and put on makeup blacked out. TSM.

Knowing the difference between glitter and sparkles. TSM.

Drinking a bottle of wine like it’s a bottle of water. TSM.

Getting the president to drop a pledge because he stood you up. TSM.

Being more upset about losing the shirt than losing the guy. TSTC.