Being home is smashing a beer with your dad and seeing his disappointment but feeling his mental high five.
Being home is smashing a beer with your dad and seeing his disappointment but feeling his mental high five.
Being home is almost like “Child’s Weekend.” Your parents take you out and get you wasted with their friends to laugh about later.
“What sorority is she in?”
“She’s not in one.”
“Oh. Irrelevant.”
Me, beginning of senior year: I’m going to buckle down on my grades, study hard, and make this last semester count!
Me, now: *drinks at 4pm on a weeknight*
Considering being a chapter consultant so you don’t have to stop being involved in your sorority after four years. TSM.
Casually drinking all his wine. TSM.