You don’t wear pearls to be classy. You are classy, therefore, you wear pearls. TSM.

Knowing you automatically win because his rebound is a geed. TSM.

My Big is like my mom…except I can tell my Big what I really did last weekend. TSM.

Getting confused on Facebook because all your sisters have the same default before a philanthropy event. TSM.

Throwing a cardigan on over a going out outfit and calling it chapter attire. TSM.

Smelling your water bottles to make sure they’re filled with actual water and not vodka. TSM.

If I delete it from my phone there’s no evidence it ever happened. TSM.

Wearing granny panties so you won’t hook up with him. TSM.

Being able to spot a Greek woman a mile away, even without her letters on. She has impeccable fashion sense, is in amazing shape, and walks with a confidence that comes with being an individual part of a collective, exclusive whole. TSM.

Trying to explain Greek life to a GDI is like trying to explain quantum physics to a preschooler. TSM.