Your big volunteering to be on booty patrol while you dance on the bar. TSM.

Going on a shopping spree to conceal the extra special Victoria’s Secret purchase from your father. TSM.

I don’t know any pledges unless they’re giving me a ride home. TSM.

Your sorority being known for hair flipping. TSM.

Being “unable to even” on a regular basis. TSM.

Blackmailing the standards chair. TSM.

Taking a call in class to adjust your mani appointment. TSM.

Stalking the shit out of your online purchases until they arrive at your door. TSM.

Scholar by day, crafter by night. TSM.

Standards meetings are no longer a threat, but an expectation. TSTC.

Using ritual sheets as a toga. TSTC.

“Let It Go” being the only song you are capable of singing when you’re belligerently drunk. TSM.

Stealing his clothes on the way out with no intentions of returning them. TSM.

Drinking the awkward away. TSM.

Accidentally ending up with three formal dates. TSM.

Deciding what he’ll wear to his own formal. TSM.

Partying with his rival fraternity after your break up. TSM.

Decorating your birth control with puffy paint every month. TSM.

Does being a sober sister count for community service hours? TSM.

Disregarding the weather when you’re set on your outfit for the day. TSM.