Typing up an essay on your phone outside of the bar, and still getting an A. TSM.
Typing up an essay on your phone outside of the bar, and still getting an A. TSM.
Being told you’re not a “typical sorority girl” and feeling confused and offended, because you absolutely are. TSM.
“You’re taking me to formal.” TSM.
When he replays your Snapchat selfie because ten seconds just wasn’t enough. TSM.
And now he’s nothing but a shack shirt to me. TSM.
“ON YOUR KNEES, PLEDGE.” TFM. “…for a family lineage picture.” TSM.
“Can we go to Starbucks first?” TSM.
Feeling more hazed by Nationals when they question you about hazing than you ever did by your sorority. TSM.
Being a recruitment rock star. TSM.