I shaved my legs for this. It better be worth it. TSM.

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

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

Dressing like you’re in a sorority. Drinking like you’re in a fraternity. TSM.

I like my men how I like my yogurt: white, rich, and Greek. TSM.

Never doing the walk of shame…because you always get a ride home. TSM.

I only took like four shots because I’m a sober sister tonight. TSM.

Dammit. I really thought I was sober. TSM.