Having two dresser drawers dedicated to sorority shirts. TSM.
Having two dresser drawers dedicated to sorority shirts. TSM.
Dress to the nines. Sparkle like a ten. TSM.
Turning your letter shirt inside out for the walk of shame, because you respect your sorority enough not to shame it, but not enough to keep you from doing the shameful thing. TSM.
Dressing up as “shit show” Barbie for a social. TSM.
Instantly finding him more attractive in his letters. TSM.
The “is everyone alive?” group text every Saturday morning. TSM.
Getting “yell at the bouncer for not accepting your Panera card as an acceptable form of photo ID” drunk. TSM.
Blacking out is God’s way of saying, “Don’t worry about it.” TSM.
Looking up the projected income of your new boy’s major before taking it too far. TSM.
Being more prepared for spring break in one month, than you are for the classes you have tomorrow. TSM.