Flat stomach, not hair. TSM.

Not over-tanning because I don’t want to look like a catcher’s mitt before I’m 35. TSM.

Putting your clutch in your lap during pictures so your Britney isn’t showing. TSM.

Using the word “summer” as a verb. TSM.

Upset because #recruitment is not trending on twitter. TSM.

Getting overly competitive about who is the most tan after summer. TSM.

Having a totes perf pref. TSM.

The rush of adrenaline the moments before the PNMs walk through your door. TSM.

Replacing the first aid kit in your car with an emergency makeup kit. TSM.

Is it bid day yet? TSM.

The key to being a classy rager: discretion. TSM.

Discovering new leg and neck muscles from hair flipping and bouncing during recruitment. TSM.

Sleeping on the couch because you live in a show room and don’t want to mess up your bed for recruitment. TSM.

“Fair-skinned” is what pale people call themselves to feel pretty. TSM.

Every girl in your row pulling out their Lilly planners when assignments are announced in class. TSM.

Using ‘recruit’ as a euphemism: “I’d recruit that.” TSM.

The only thing better than making recruitment quota is finding out who didn’t. TSM.

Checking twitter the next moring to see if my sisters are awake. TSM.

When your letters are in front of you, your sisters are behind you. TSM.

That awkward moment when you’re trying to make a swift getaway and your Norts are inside out. TSM.