It’s clear who makes the sandwiches in this relationship…and it’s not me. TSM.

“Can you help me pick a filter? I want to look tan.” TSM.

If he does you wrong, there’s only one thing left to do: his little brother. TSM.

Showing off your first letter calling you to a standards meeting, but being scared shitless when you walk into it. TSM.

Being sent to standards for “encouraging others to participate in sometimes questionable behavior at mixers and other social events.” TSTC.

Being next to your best friend in the composite. TSM.

The menu for your 21st birthday party consisting only of alcohol. TSM.

Baristas knowing your drink order by day, bartenders knowing your drink order by night. TSM.

Having a nice personality doesn’t get you free drinks. TSM.

Wearing their house flag to their superhero themed social. TSM.

Composites reminding you that even back in the ’60s, your house was full of betties. TSM.

Tindering on your Tinder date. TSM.

The stories always being worth the hungover standards meeting. TSM.

Refusing to check your email post-formal, because you know you’ll have a standards meeting. TSM.

Taking a personal day when you realize you don’t have anything to wear to class. TSM.

Does being sober sister count as volunteer hours? TSM.

Judging a girl by her sorority squat. TSM.

Jackie Kennedy’s sister calling Taylor Swift out for sleeping with more men than songs on her albums. TSM.

Skipping class to find an outfit for a social. TSM.

Getting a pledge ride from one fraternity to another. TSM.