Dry swallowing Plan B in my fratdaddys truck on our way to my sorority house for lunch. TSM.

Passing out on the pledge’s arm as he drives you home from the bar. TSM.

The best part of initiation is the way my white dress makes me look three shades tanner. TSM.

My little is hotter than your little. TSM.

Dating an alumni your freshman year of college. TSM.

Elizabeth Taylor being fashionably late to her own funeral. TSM.

Scheduling classes for next year: Edu 203, Edu 301, Yoga, pilates and human nutrition. TSM.

Separate aprons for crafting and baking. TSM.

If you’re not FaF, I DGaF. TSM.

Making my MacBook’s screen go black, so I can use it as a mirror during meetings. TSM.

Spending class Facebook chatting with my sister next to me about all the stupid things the geeds say. TSM.

The problem with dress shopping for formals is not that nothing fits, it’s that everything fits. TSM.

My hair has perfected the sorostiswoop. TSM

Obviously I’ve been working too hard in school when I haven’t read my favorite wedding blogs in over 3 days. TSM.

Withdrawing from my women’s studies class mid-semester because I don’t think my future employer will mind the “W” on my transcript when I’m ironing his slacks. TSM.

Going to the gym to check Facebook and catch up on the daily TSMs on my iPhone 4. TSM.

My fratdaddy traded his oxford and Cole Haans in for camo and combat boots. Oo-rah. TSM.

There is no escaping the Freshman 15. I now weigh 105 lbs. TSM.

Getting more presents for Big Little than a GDI gets for Christmas. TSM.

Having several Ipods so you’re always color coordinated at the gym. TSM.