Junior year. Living in a house with six sorority girls next to a house with seven boys (some fraternity, some from the still-going Red Wanting Blue band. Incidentally, difficult to have any interest in a band you've heard practice the same song over and over again for a year, shaking the walls every time).
So, needless to say, lots of keg parties, lots of fun. And, well, all the problems you would expect from seven women sharing bathrooms and a kitchen. I won't point any fingers, but two of the women pictured here ... royally obnoxious bitches. Geez.