His brothers call me the First Lady because my boyfriend is their president. TSM.

The list of boys your sisters go through after you ask “guess who just texted me?” TSM.

And by “class was cancelled,” I mean it was cancelled for me…by me. TSM.

My mom passed away before I went to college so I never knew I was a legacy…and I ended up in her sorority anyway. TSM.

If you can’t spell Lilly Pulitzer you definitely shouldn’t be allowed to wear it. TSM.

Seriously feeling for Elle Woods when she blew off her senior year Greek Week to study for the LSAT. TSM.

That suffocating feeling when you wear a t-shirt that actually touches your body. TSM.

“Wait, can you take another picture of us? Last one, promise.” TSM.

That instant bond you get when you see a girl you don’t know wearing your letters. TSM.

The “take his hat and walk away” move. TSM.