Skim milk iced lattes for lunch. TSM.

Told the younger girls during rush training, “A pretty girl with a blah personality might loosen up and come out of her shell by next round. A really cool but fugly girl isn’t going to magically turn pretty by next round.” Drop. TSM.

The only bathing suit cover-ups I wear are my frat-daddy’s oversized Columbia fishing shirts. TSM.

My chapter advisor was the pharmacist that sold me my Plan B the morning after game day. TSM.

Getting woken up by your VP of social standards passed out in your bathroom covered in your own vomit. TSM.

I told my daddy I wanted to help the environment. So he bought me a hybrid tahoe instead of a regular. TSM.

Making pledges read a book titled, “This Is Why You’re Fat”. TSM.

Having to wear the proper undergarments in my lilly dress just so I can fit all my frat stars whiskey in my spanx. TSM.

Working harder on my recipe collection and home decor ideas than my resume. TSM.

Oh no girls we don’t haze… as long as I never see those soffe shorts again. TSM.

Hooking up with the Belmont winner’s son. TSM.

I can’t carry a pretty little clutch because I have to carry my fratdaddys dip in my purse. TSM.

I bake cakes, cookies, and pies for my frat-daddy’s tent in the grove, but I’ve never eaten a bite of it. TSM.

Lunch with my sisters. Paying $20 for 200 calories. TSM.

You know pledgeship is in full swing when you get proposed to while walking into class. TSM.

He was cute, till I saw his cargo shorts. TSM.

Wearing Nike’s, and workout clothing to class to look like I don’t care, but then I’ll put on tons of makeup. TSM.

Fiancial aid? Like daddy right? TSM.

New boobs for my 18th birthday. TSM.

My Mom purposely made sure my first & middle names began with the same letter, so my monogram would be symmetrical. TSM.