Not having any appropriate pajamas to pack for a weekend home, since they’re all shacker shirts. TSM.

“What should my caption be? I want it to be clever.” TSM.

Feeling genuinely insulted when someone doesn’t know who your big is. TSM.

Mentally canceling all of your classes during Greek Week. TSM.

Swapportunity: the opportunity to swap out dinner for alcohol. Is that not how it works? TSM.

Having his pledges pick up your Starbucks on the way home in the morning. TSM.

Making sure your lock screen photo matches your phone case. TSM.

He’s not in my heart, and he’s not in my head, but he’s hot, so I’ll let him in elsewhere. TSM.

This is PERFECT weather for a walk of shame. TSM.

The hair flip girl is my spirit emoji. TSM.

The worst thing I was called in high school was “perfect.” TSM.

Bringing your little breakfast and Advil in the morning. TSM.

I don’t like him. I like his fraternity. TSM.

Pregaming spring break by fake tanning. TSM.

Losing your earring, but getting enough beads to compensate. TSM.

Asking guys on spring break where they’re from, which fraternity they’re in, and what their names are…in that order. TSM.

Taking full advantage of the fact that risk management will not be attending your spring break trip. TSM.

The inverse relationship between the temperature outside and your grades. TSM.

“Can you please hold my Starbucks while I park my Range Rover?” TSM.

Being the rebel of your family tree. TSM.