Mirror, mirror on the wall, make him rich and make him tall. TSM.

It’s only a successful night out if you get a new prof pic out of it. TSM.

Pearls in my ears. Letters around my neck. God in my heart. TSM.

Picking your bridesmaids before you pick the groom. TSM.

Frequent frustration over how to comfortably wear a headband and sunglasses at the same time. TSM.

There is nothing classy about wearing your letters on your ass. TSM.

Going to the gym to actually sweat, and going to school to actually get an education. TSM.

Your dresses should always be tight enough to show you’re a woman, and loose enough to show you’re a lady. TSM.

If you’re not mentioned in Luke Bryan’s “Sorority Girls” then you’re not a real sorority. TSM.

The only thing I don’t like about my letters is that I can’t drink in them. TSM.