“You should model.” TSM.

Always lying about where I got my clothes so my sisters don’t buy the same thing. TSM.

Having the cutest philanthropy profile picture of all the sororities. TSM.

I hope heaven is exactly like Carolina Cup. TSM.

Every time I see an unfortunate looking girl, I can’t help but think of all the ways I would make her over. TSM.

Reading “highly unlikely” in my textbook. Writing “probs not” in my notes. TSM.

Baby daddy. NS. Frat daddy. TSM.

Never being “one of the guys.” TSM.

I come from 3 generations of never pumping your own gas. TSM.

Social Probation. TSM.

Stopping sisters from drunk eating. TSM.

We don’t have to sign up for t-shirt sizes in my sorority. We’re all smalls. TSM.

Crafting Intervention. TSM.

Getting by on sweet tea and God’s graces. TSM.

Whoever coined the phrase “Never trust a skinny cook” has never met me. TSM.

I train show horses, not because I need the money, but because I enjoy dressing up in classy riding breeches and hunt coats. TSM.

My 4 year old cousin told me I was too old to wear bows. I told her she’ll never be a sister. TSM.

I make walking to class a social affair. TSM.

At 3 years old I would throw a tantrum if I didn’t have enough hairspray in my hair. TSM.

My “summer job” is to vacation. TSM.