She was mean to my little. We hate her. TSM.

Hold on. Let me put pants on. TSM.

Sorority girls waiting for Bid Day is like a kid waiting for Christmas. TSM.

Sorority rivalries are just a part of Panhellenic love. TSM.

Sure, you can walk in heels, but can you walk DOWN THE STAIRS in heels? I can. TSM.

The bittersweet moment when you realize that your pledge class is no longer the babies. TSM.

The warmth in your heart when your rush crush becomes part of your sorority on Bid Day. TSM.

The next two weeks’ wardrobe consists strictly of letters. TSM.

Having a nickname for your group of friends. TSM.

You’re not loud enough until the fraternity next door learns our songs. TSM.