You've done such a horrible job that sororities everywhere are revolting. The President of the United States has issued a cease and desist on Greek life, and you're huddled in a corner, muttering incoherently, and waiting for the angry mob to find you.

You've spent years in alumni groups and going to countless sorority conventions only to win the position and then lose it to a horrible donkey scandal from the sorority you spent half your life mentoring.

You've successfully traversed the perilous journey of becoming the ultimate sorority girl without any major issues. Some emotional bruises and scratches, but nobody burned down their universities.

You've implemented a revolutionary image restyling program where your sorority girls are now not only considered beautiful, but are revered as intelligent and without reproach.

You've completely rocked the Greek system and no one can touch you. Every one of every race and every gender wants to be in a sorority, and they're constructing a fifteen-foot golden statue of you on the moon.