Being social chair means being the biggest bitch with the best smile. TSM.

Looking hotter at Sunday meeting than most people do out on Saturday night. TSM.

Shopping for the little you don’t even have yet. TSM.

Loubs are red, Tiffany’s is blue, Starbucks is hot, and so are you. TSM.

Being the senior that they both fear and aspire to be. TSM.

People being able to figure out which sorority you’re in because “you have a look about you.” TSM.

“Sorry, I’m not dancing. The music doesn’t match my outfit.” TSM.

*Sneaks flask into bar via Marc Jacobs clutch.* TSM.

Where are my keys? Phone? Dignity? Whatever, best two out of three. TSM.

When your standard weekend routine includes writing apologies in an event you’ve called “Sorry Letter Sunday.” TSM.