Not choosing a girl during rush because the sisters agree she has an “orange face.” TSM.

Every side is my good side. TSM.

Drinking wine from a solo cup at intramurals. TSM.

The ugly legacies’ door codes only work at the servant entrance. TSM.

Never having to put away your own microscope in lab. TSM.

I know my fratdaddy’s favorite sandwich, beer, and sex position. He knows my ring size. TSM.

“If you’re going to be two-faced at least make one of them pretty.” TSM.

Getting engaged in the same chapter room as my sister, my mother, and my grandmother. TSM.

Skype conversations during study hours. TSM.

Never having a “chunky stage.” TSM.

Acting “surprised” when a legacy tells you something about herself during recruitment. TSM.

No GDI I dont have a weird obsession with owls, its just something you will never understand. TSM.

My shower shoes are Tory Burch. TSM.

I never had to put my name in my clothing as a child. Everything I had was monogramed. TSM.

NF also stands for Not Fuckable. TSM.

Having your credit card number memorized. TSM.

Commenting on a girl’s picture telling her how pretty she is, then turning to your sister and telling her to look at how fugly this girl is. TSM.

I feel poor when I use cash. TSM.

My bra size is 32DDD. Can you guess what house I’m in? (Oh yea, and they’re real.) TSM.

The only thing that scares me about marriage is having to change all my monograms. TSM.