Being so obsessed with your sorority family that your actual family gets jealous. TSM.

A grades, D cups. TSM.

Tricking new members into believing you’re the president. TSM.

What is this “sober” thing you speak of? TSM.

Calling your dad and telling him you “need” money, when really, you’re just going to the liquor store. TSM.

A moment of silence for all the cute shit you’ve lost at a frat house. TSM.

Taking a shot for every person in the room who’s shattered an iPhone. TSM.

Playing flip cup with champagne. TSM.

Having Tinder in the apps folder labeled “shopping.” TSM.

Firmly believing that you cannot be held accountable for actions you don’t remember. TSM.

I got 99 problems, but a bid ain’t one. TSM.

Skin type: glitter. TSM.

Making every tailgate but missing every game. TSM.

Am I even pretty enough to be her big? TSM.

“I know what you did last night,” a horror story. TSM.

Having a pink pepper spray dispenser. TSM.

Planning Instagram captions a week in advance. TSM.

Last night: 8,457. Me: -2. TSM.

Being a boss bitch, not a basic one. TSM.

People still telling stories about your great, great, grand big because she’s a legend. TSM.