Undress to impress. TSM.

The passive aggressive Twitter “favorite.” TSM.

Your little assuming she’s turning 21 when you turn 21 because you look so much alike. TSM.

“We should hang out sober one of these days.” TSM.

Making a drinking game out of the desperate phone calls and texts he’s sending you. TSTC.

Being banned from a fraternity being both a point of embarrassment and pride. TSTC.

Not knowing which fraternity house you’re in until you see your big’s initials carved into the bed post. TSM.

Your favorite fraternity chanting your name instead of their sweetheart’s on the way to formal. TSM.

Your favorite fraternity adding you to their summer rush group on Facebook. TSM.

Having two settings: sober and white girl wasted. TSTC.

We’re best friends on Snapchat, so you could say we are pretty serious. TSM.

No one goes harder than ex-exec. TSM.

Waking up with your big in your bed. TSM.

Darty Season: 1 Me: -13. TSM.

You’re never too old to love pink, glitter, and Disney Princesses. TSM.

I met my little, because she was dating my boyfriend’s fraternity brother. We lasted. The boys didn’t. TSM.

Automatically hating any girl who walks into “your” fraternity. TSM.

Daydreaming about how you’d ask celebrities to throw up your letters if you ever meet them. TSM.

Going on a post-spring break diet due to the excessive vacation binge drinking. TSM.

Every photo from the weekend having a fraternity composite in the background. TSM.