The “I’m not wearing makeup” makeup you put on before he comes over. TSM.

No letters, no number. TSM.

Finals are really cutting into my drinking schedule. TSM.

People having high expectations of your ability to party because of your sorority. TSM.

The last-minute attempt to iron your shirt out with a hair straightener. TSM.

Knowing you have the power to make her life miserable, but letting the fact that your life is so much better than hers do the job for you. TSM.

Using your pledge name as your TSM username. TSM.

Being the reason he wins “Hookup of the Week” at chapter. TSM.

Mixing alcohol with more alcohol. TSM.

Spending all day waiting for a standards email the day after formal. TSM.

Dressing up, curling your hair, and wearing perfume to go cuss out a boy. TSM.

Falling in love with your little when you meet her in the hallway wearing boxer’s and a guy’s button-up. TSM.

Taking Plan B with champagne, because not getting pregnant is something to celebrate. TSM.

Never eating carbs, but drinking them regularly. TSM.

Don’t chase them. Replace them. TSM.

Convincing Daddy that last year’s dress cannot be worn to this year’s Derby Party. TSM.

Having no recollection of “the best hookup of his life.” TSTC.

The boyfriend showing up with a bottle of fireball, a skinny latte, and an apology. TSM.

I consider myself more of a “fourth-year freshman” than a senior. TSM.

Being more nervous about your outfit for your final presentation than the actual presentation itself. TSM.