“I don’t believe in marriage. I do, however, believe in Botox. That works every time” -Sam Jones. TSM.

Wishing you could get drunk as easily as a freshman. TSM.

That scandalous, yet liberating moment when you drink in letters your senior Bid Day. TSTC.

Sure, you can walk in heels, but can you walk DOWN THE STAIRS in heels? I can. TSM.

I’ve only been in a sorority for three days, and I’ve already overspent on t-shrits. TSM.

The bittersweet moment when you realize that your pledge class is no longer the babies. TSM.

Assuming the worst when your best friend says she isn’t going out. TSM.

The warmth in your heart when your rush crush becomes part of your sorority on Bid Day. TSM.

Having to DD your big to chapter. TSM.

Some girls get baby fever. I just get little fever. TSM.

Checking to see if your male professors are wearing rings the first day of class. TSM.

Making your little run for standards so you won’t have to go to standards your senior year. TSM.

The next two weeks’ wardrobe consists strictly of letters. TSM.

Shamelessly spending the gift card your ex gave you to Victoria’s Secret on lingerie for a new boy. TSTC.

“We got the best girls.” TSM.

“Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping. I got a real good feeling something bad’s about to happen.” -Miranda Lambert. TSM.

Beaus, bows, and booze. TSM.

Determining how successful your night was by how many new numbers you have in your phone the next morning. TSM.

Planning what time you take your birth control around your drinking schedule. TSM.

Having a nickname for your group of friends. TSM.