Making recruitment look easy. TSM.

I don’t have resting bitch face. I actually just hate you. TSM.

The morning “Everyone alive?” group text. TSM.

The truth will set you free…or send you to standards. TSM.

Being the perfect balance of saint and sinner. TSM.

A sister returning the clothes you lent her two years ago. TSM.

Having more motivation to lose weight for recruitment than you ever did for spring break. TSM.

Working out your arms just so they’ll look good while you’re clapping during recruitment. TSM.

Another semester, another jar of mod podge. TSM.

Judging other girls by the letters on their shack shirts. TSM.