Being invited to a fraternity’s formal before their sweetheart is. TSM.

Being in a sorority is a lifestyle. TSM.

Knowing the details of a fraternity’s formal before its members do. TSM.

“We have more drunk photos than sober ones.” TSM.

Wearing his intramural jersey like a shacking trophy. TSM.

Having to go to a fraternity’s standards meeting. TSM.

Using your scrapbook table for beer pong. TSM.

Using Opening Day as an excuse to drink and watch baseball asses. TSM.

Panhellenic love means keeping an eye on your friend’s man when your sorority mixes with his fraternity during Greek week. TSM.

Making your pledges do everything. TFM. Making everything for your pledges. TSM.

Having the pledges bring you a Diet Coke when you’re stuck in the library, even though you haven’t been studying for over an hour. TSTC.

Talking about your favorite fraternity as if you were a member. TSM.

If you still have a voice, did you really participate in Greek Week? TSM.

Making sure your letters are visible when you see campus tours walk by. TSM.

Synchronized periods. TSM.

More boys coming to your house for “study dates” than girls. TSM.

Pulling a shack shirt out of the wash that you don’t remember obtaining. TSM.

What happens in the group message stays in the group message. TSM.

Retail therapy is the only therapy I’ve ever known. TSM.

Instantly receiving the “She’s a total downgrade” text, as if you need the reassurance. TSM.