It’s a crafterpiece. TSM.

Your roommate calling you to help remove last night’s mistake from the dorm room. TSM.

Matching t-shirts and matching shack shirts. TSM.

Spending more time getting ready for the gym than you do inside it. TSM.

Automatically connecting to the Starbucks wifi. TSM.

Wearing your letters to summer classes so people know you don’t go to community college. TSM.

Making sure your roommate hooks up with a guy from the same fraternity as you are, so you can share a ride in the morning. TSM.

The bigger the bun, the better the grade. TSM.

Having a mini-heart attack when you’re home for the summer and find your dad wearing your shack shirt. TSM.

It’s only slutty if he’s ugly. TSM.

Your biggest frustration being following new teachers on Pinterest. TSM.

Having a color-coordinated closet. TSM.

No ugly friends. TSM.

Being more scared of standards than the cops. TSM.

Mixing vodka into your juice cleanse. TSTC.

The apathetic “Well standards wouldn’t like this one bit,” before 99% of the things you do. TSTC.

Not knowing where the weight section is in the gym. TSM.

Buying the dress before the date is planned. TSM.

Knowing more about fraternity pledge programs than any girl should. TSM.

“Go like my Insta.” TSM.