Being personally victimized by the standards chair. TSM.

“Seriously, what is my life?” TSM.

Becoming besties with your little’s mom via text before your little even knows who you are. TSM.

Family carpools to standards meetings. TSM.

Getting anxiety over which size t-shirt to order. TSM.

Always having a Plan B. In your mind and in your purse. TSM.

The weird mixture of embarrassment and pride when you run into your ex-boyfriend on your way home from his rival fraternity. TSM.

Do you know who my big is? TSM.

I can’t date him. He’ll mess up my monogram. TSM.

“Can you help me pick a filter? I want to look tan.” TSM.