“Can you, like, not?” TSM.

Organizing your closet by items that are monogrammed and items that need to be. TSM.

Your best friends knowing exactly who you’re talking about when you say “Ugh, I hate everyone.” TSM.

Convincing him to make you a sandwich because you spent all of your grocery money on alcohol. TSM.

When the neon comes out, the standards come off. TSM.

A glass of wine a day keeps the boring away. TSM.

Don’t plan a mixer they’ll never forget. Plan one they’ll never remember. TSM.

The most important factor in filling out your March Madness brackets being whether or not the school has a chapter of your sorority. TSM.

Saying “hashtag” out loud. TSM.

Going to senior week your sophomore, junior and senior years. TSM.

A majority of your contacts having letters next to their names. TSM.

Giving up unhealthy food for lent: bonafide, or evil genius? TSM.

Designated “gossip time.” TSM.

Waking up in the same fraternity house as your little, but not knowing until you share a ride home. TSM.

Being known by one fraternity as “the snow shacker” because you got stuck at their house during the snowpocalypse. TSM.

A handshake is the key to the friend zone. TSM.

The automatic “You’re prettier. Not even just because you’re my friend.” TSM.

It’s not about the pledges. It’s about the serenades. TSM.

Big bows, bigger hair. TSM.

Making sure you look cute before spectating fraternity intramural championship games. TSM.