So, it’s that time again… chapter dues are posted.
You’ve been dodging your Big’s ‘pay your sh*t’ texts all week and the last day has finally caught up to you.
You look at your ‘payment due’ and lament the fact that you took the high road and offered to pay your own way through your sorority.
You briefly wonder whether your pride is worth it… maybe you should just call Dad?
No. NO. You’re a strong, independent woman and you can DO THIS.
Carefully, you open the details of your transactions. You read the outlandish charges on your account and begin the inner war with your past self.
DAMMIT T-SHIRTS! YOU GET ME EVERY TIME!
I mean did I REALLY need all those date shirts? He wasn’t even that much fun.
Plus, he ended up acting like a drunken fool and I had help him walk. It was like aiding a baby giraffe.
You swear to yourself that you will never purchase another date shirt again… though, even in this moment, you know it’s a lie.