Curls, pearls, and beautiful girls, that’s what sororities are made of. TSM.

Instead of a devil and an angel on each shoulder, I have my standards chair and my social chair. TSM.

I wear letters on my chest, pearls around my neck, and a southern gentleman on my arm. TSM.

That special connection between sisters with the same shoe size. TSM.

You’re always wearing your letters. TSM.

Never underestimating the healing power of a sleepover. TSM.

Knowing exactly which sports my future son will play. TSM.

Laughing when GDIs take a “sorority pose” picture to make fun. Imitation is the highest form of flattery. TSM.

No, I can’t wear that…I’d have to wear a different bra. TSM.

Watching Legally Blonde while studying for the LSAT. TSM.