The bartender looking at your ID, saying “fake as hell,” then pouring you a drink. TSM.
The bartender looking at your ID, saying “fake as hell,” then pouring you a drink. TSM.
The TSM weekend playlist coming out on Thursday. TSTC.
Older family members thinking you joined a convent when you say you’ve become a sister. TSM.
Feeling like you have a permanent spot in the standards room. TSM.
Having three dates to semi-formal. TSTC.
Making sure the new standards chair likes you. TSM.
Knowing the most optimal time to post a picture for maximum likes. TSM.
Your non-greek friends asking for your help and expertise when they have to make costumes for theme parties. TSM.
Everyone calling you by the name of your alter ego when you get drunk. TSM.
Bitching about the snow all day long, but then stopping to take a picture in it on the quad because you’re in letters. TSM.