Knowing exactly where each fraternity and sorority group sits in every class you have. TSM.

Feeling half appalled and half delighted when you find out your fraternity nickname is “Big Tits.” TSM.

Being invited to your favorite fraternity’s formal before their sweetheart. TSM.

Birth control and iced coffee: the real breakfast of champions. TSM.

Hiding a bottle in your date’s suit jacket, while pretending to have your arm around him. TSM.

Using his drunkenness to hide your crazy. TSM.

“You got a shack shirt, so in the end, you won that situation.” TSM.

You win some, you lose some. Either way you can always wine some. TSM.

Your favorite fraternity stocking up on your favorite alcohol, because they know you’re coming over. TSM.

Koozies are the only reason I “don’t have pictures with alcohol.” TSM.

Befriending all the IFC presidents. TSM.

Don’t remember taking the picture, but I still look damn good. TSM.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by the standards board. TSM.

Being more excited to go to the craft store than the mall. TSM.

It’s my birthday week. I get a week. TSM.

The older girls in your house teaching you valuable life lessons, like how to shrink a shack shirt so it fits. TSM.

It was little at first sight. TSM.

Not knowing what to wear to a party because it doesn’t have a theme. TSM.

Deciding how much you like a guy based on what your theoretical children would look like. TSM.

Showing people pictures of your little like she’s one of your children. TSM.