I’m going to be the lawyer my parents always wanted me to marry, and then marry one anyways. TSM.

Having your hipster boyfriend write you a song. NS. Having a fraternity’s pledges serenade you and your sisters at chapter. TSM.

The “Little White Dress” section of Lilly must have been designed for sorority rituals. TSM.

Being thoroughly ashamed at all the anti-football TSMs because true sorostitutes watch, understand, and enjoy football with their fratdaddies. And take care of all that comes with the tradition. TSM.

Having closets full of clothes and still having “nothing to wear” syndrome. TSM.

Managing to fit everyone’s face in one picture. Sorority Squat. TSM.

A year after graduation, my Frat Daddy became my Frat-tastic husband. After 3 years of marriage, we’re expecting our first legacy. Dreams do come true. TSM.

My sorority was founded before “sorority” was even a word. TSM.

Getting the sudden urge to rear-end anyone with an Obama 2008 bumper sticker. TSM.

Aspiring to become Elle Woods. TSM.