“Can we go to Starbucks first?” TSM.

Feeling more hazed by Nationals when they question you about hazing than you ever did by your sorority. TSM.

Sometimes, I wonder how all those drunk girls I’ve bonded with in bathrooms are doing. TSM.

“Drunk calories don’t count, right?”
“No, and drunk words don’t either.” TSM.

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

“It ain’t my fault when I walk and jaws drop.” -Miranda Lambert. TSM.

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

Having glitter permanently embedded into your carpet. TSM.

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

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