Accidently hashtagging my notes in class. TSM.

Just bought a pair of boots with Daddy’s money to make myself feel better after failing a test…which is also paid for with Daddy’s money. TSM.

If I could major in sorority, I would be the valedictorian. TSM.

Making sure to look extra cute for my GMAT, because I might meet my future Investment Banker. TSM.

Arnold Palmer told me that I make one of the best half&halfs he’s had…Totes his fave niece. TSM.

Practicing my drop lines for cakes with conditioner in the shower. TSM.

Responsible for 99% of my sisters’ prof pics. TSM.

Wearing letters so you won’t be tempted to drink. TSM.

Having a pow-wow about strategy in your living room with all the sisters going to standards before the meeting. TSM.

Writing an entire page of notes, then ripping it out and restarting because you don’t like the pen color scheme you chose. TSM.

The cuteness of your room is directly proportional to the craftiness of your Big. TSM.

Undergrad: party girl. Post-grad: party planner. Why change up a good thing? TSM.

He lets me drive his Frathoe. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is. TSM.

Crying when the girls on “Say Yes to the Dress” find “the one.” TSM.

The fraternity GPA ratings came out. Looks like I just found my dating map to passing all my classes. TSM.

The moment in your pics from last night where everything starts to get just a little blurry…literally. TSM.

Making sure his southern accent is almost as strong as his taste in whiskey. TSM.

I couldn’t care less what your parents make. You better be going places yourself if you think you have a shot. TSM.

You may be on your knees, but you’ve got him by the balls. TSM.

I only hang out with the fraternities with the longest pledge seasons because they’re the best…and also because that guarantees that I’ll have pledges to drive me around for longer. TSM.