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

Having the body of a trophy wife and the brains of a surgeon. TSM.

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

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

Dress to the nines. Sparkle like a ten. TSM.

Instantly finding him more attractive in his letters. TSM.

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

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

Would it be crazy or ingenious to save my fingerprint to his iPhone for easy access? TSM.