Preferring pre-law boys to pre-med boys, because it’s less schooling and more First Lady potential. TSM.

Casually dropping your artistic abilities into conversation during formal season. TSM.

Discussing your options for an upcoming fraternity date party like it’s your event. TSM.

“Does this outfit make me look like I’d make a good wife?” TSM.

Turning your letter shirt inside out for the walk of shame, because you respect your sorority enough not to shame it, but not enough to keep you from doing the shameful thing. TSM.

Instantly finding him more attractive in his letters. TSM.

Having glitter permanently embedded into your carpet. TSM.

Holding your head a little higher every time you wear letters. TSM.

The “is everyone alive?” group text every Saturday morning. TSM.