Curling your hair to go to student health when you’ve been sick in bed all week. TSM.

Listening to “Let it Go” for any mood from happy to sad to standards. TSM.

Last year at big/little reveal, everyone secretly wished they got my big. This year, they all secretly wish they got my little. TSM.

Writing your monogram in the sand on spring break. TSM.

Paint pens that randomly explode are the reason I have trust issues. TSM.

Prioritizing looking good for class over getting there on time. TSM.

Playing “Say Yes To The Dress” before formal. TSM.

Sushi dates. TSM.

Taking care of the seniors when they try to relive their freshman year one more time. TSM.

Sorority politics are more corrupt than House of Cards. TSM.

Being the girl everyone comes to for crafting supplies and ideas. TSM.

Showing up drunk to the standards meeting you’re running. TSTC.

Sending your sorority’s by-laws to your father’s lawyer to get out of your standards meeting. TSM.

It’s not a shack shirt. It’s a souvenir t-shirt. TSM.

Rewarding your perfect attendance in class all week by skipping class to get a mani-pedi. TSM.

All of the “People You May Know” on Facebook being Greek. TSM.

Telling risk management, “I can’t. I’m already drunk,” when they ask you to be a sober monitor. TSM.

Taking disposable cameras on spring break, because none of your photos should be on the internet. TSM.

It’s not a walk of shame when you’re leaving the president’s suite. TSM.

Blasting “Let It Go” while laying out on spring break. TSM.