Going to the event just to show off your costume. TSM.

The “k bye” text so he knows he’s in trouble. TSM.

The inclusion of a Starbucks gift card in his apology gesture. TSM.

Having to have your little pack up your books when you leave the library, because you spent the last 15 minutes painting your nails. TSM.

Doing as much hungover bonding as drunk bonding. TSM.

“Every time we relate to a TSM, drink your moscato.” -how to finish a bottle of wine in five minutes. TSTC.

Counting mimosas as your daily dose of fruit. TSM.

Standards hearings being a family affair. TSM.

Getting a fraternity’s event shirt before its pledges do. TSM.

No one knowing why you were called to standards, but everyone knowing EXACTLY why your little was. TSM.

Worrying about the wage gap, not the thigh gap. TSM.

Pledge attire making you feel things you just don’t understand. TSM.

Seeing your g-big on campus and literally attacking her in the middle of the student union. TSM.

Behind every great girl is a great gay. TSM.

Resting up FOR the weekend, not OVER the weekend. TSM.

Crafting a monopoly board of your school’s Greek system to use at pregames. TSM.

Feeling more nervous to submit your little list than you are to turn in a midterm paper. TSM.

One side of his cooler already being better than all sides of his last. TSM.

Wearing his letters just as often as your own. TSM.

Having to begin every story about the night before with “So apparently…” TSM.