Last minute flirting with the only guy in class who knows what class we’re taking. TSM.

Having a “lucky bar,” because you always meet boys there. TSM.

Summer plans? Tanning and crafting. TSM.

Replying to “new summer job” snapchats with “drinks by the pool” snapchats. TSM.

The most interesting part of moving out for the summer is finding all the things you stole from fraternity houses over the course of the semester. TSM.

Living in constant fear of a standards email. TSM.

Wearing sorority apparel every day leading up to graduation. TSM.

Taking pride in how often you’re asked to do rush boobs. TSM.

Making a drinking game to get through the NFL draft. TSM.

The only sports I play are drinking games. TSM.

The higher the stress, the higher the ponytail. TSM.

Your best friend’s little calling you “Auntie.” TSM.

Having a wine glass collection that even your own mother envies. TSM.

Making it a priority to drink every flavor of Burnett’s in rainbow order. TSM.

Getting away with playing music that makes boys cringe, because all they want to do is see you dance. TSM.

Getting an A on the final paper you wrote during your three-hour class on the day it was due. TSM.

The older girls hand-selecting you as future president your freshman year. TSM.

Easily turning the guy who never has a girlfriend into your boyfriend. TSM.

Every gift you receive revolving around alcohol. TSM.

Most sororities stay away from the four Bs. We stay away from the four Cs: cargos, chacos, camo, and crocs. TSM.