Not having to dirty rush, but doing it anyway. TSM.

That moment during formal where you know you’re already headed to standards so you kick the raging up a notch. TSM.

My mother was a gdi, we like to cover it up with the fact that she was cheer captain. TSM.

I’m between 5’2 and 5’6 depending on the shoes I wear. TSM.

My big sis’s engagement was on the news. TSM.

Giving tips to the interior designer sent by Nationals. TSM.

The sigh of relief when you wake up and realize that you made it home in your own bed. TSM.

$3,000 worth of Yurman on my arm when I go to the gym. TSM.

Today in chapter, we were given candy for describing the job of risk management as it relates to formal. One girl said it’s when you make sure no one throws up on the bus. She got four pieces. TSM.

Made the fratpiece make tissue paper flowers with me for the kindergarten class I teach. TSM.

Going to more spring formals than classes this week. TSM.

Standards, not just a disciplinary committee but a way of life. TSM.

The only thing I don’t like about my letters is that I can’t drink in them. TSM.

I met my first Democraat when I came to college. TSM.

Not winning tug-a-war during Greek Week. TSM.

Getting yelled at by firefighters for saving the charter during the fire drill. TSM.

Drunk coozie clepto. TSM.

The hostess with the mostess. TSM.

My silver spoon was actually white gold from Tiffany’s. TSM.

Unpainted coolers make me cringe. TSM.