The higher the Roman Numeral, the more I like him. TSM.

Living up the sorority girl stereotype every weekend, then vehemently denying its existence throughout the week. TSM.

Making a PG-13 album of spring break pictures to show your parents. TSM.

My [pledge] mamma don’t like you, and she likes everyone [as long as you’re cute, over 6 ft, and in a good fraternity]. TSM.

“I think it only counts if you care about the person, so my number’s like zero.” TSM.

Getting annoyed when your shack shirt isn’t comfort colors. TSM.

Going wild on spring break even though standards never takes a vacation. TSM.

Legend in the eyes of your sisters, liability in the eyes of standards. TSM.

My hobbies include getting sent to standards. TSM.

Having the door chant stuck in your head for weeks because it’s just so catchy. TSM.