Doing a better job recruiting members for your favorite fraternity as they are. TSM.

Eye-fucking the hot security guard. TSM.

Using the emergency money your parents gave you on a formal dress, because it’s a fashion emergency. TSM.

Leaving your bra behind without worry, but freaking out if you leave your phone. TSM.

Losing sorority tug-of-war feels more like winning. TSM.

Letting him know you’re DTF: down to formal. TSM.

It’s not slutty if he’s in the military. It’s a civic duty. TSM.

I can apply make up perfectly in a moving car. Where do I put that on my résumé? TSM.

My ashes would turn to glitter, not dust. TSM.

Threatening to call your drunk crying friend’s big if she doesn’t stop. TSM.

Considering any and all fashion emergencies to be legitimate crises. TSM.

If you don’t have a craft drawer, are you really even in a sorority? TSM.

Using “She must be a legacy” as an insult. TSM.

Oftentimes, I have to remind myself that if I fail out of school, I can no longer be social chair. TSM.

Mulan being told she would bring honor to her family by having a tiny waist. TSM.

Drunk is always the theme. TSM.

Only sending friend requests post-Bid Day. TSM.

His girlfriend blocking your number on his phone because you’re “too pretty.” TSM.

Doing a walk of shame straight to class. TSTC.

Getting nervous that people in class will realize what you did last night, because you smell like men’s cologne. TSM.