A PNM recognizing you during recruitment as “the drunk butterfly” from a Halloween party. TSM.

Coming home in the morning to find your little passed out on your bed. TSM.

Celebrating not being called to standards for four weeks by doing things that will get you called to standards. TSM.

Treating your first semester of college like it’s your last, and your last semester of college like it’s your first. TSM.

Getting him the shirt you like instead of the one he likes, because you know it’ll eventually end up in your closet anyway. TSM.

Exclaiming to everyone that you’re “expecting” while awaiting big little reveal. TSM.

Girlfriends are for love. Men are just for sex. TSM.

Befriending the standards chair right before formal, so she’ll let you off easy. TSM.

But you’re like…really pretty. TSM.

There’s a pledge for that. TSM.

Big-little dates at a standards meeting. TSM.

The classic “We’ve made out before” greeting when you meet your blind date. TSM.

Always carrying an extra shirt in case you have to change out of letters to drink before class. TSM.

Feeling “I just poured wine in my cereal” hungover. TSM.

Your GPA being rivaled only by your BAC. TSM.

“It’s a Match!” TSM.

The number of bruises you find Monday morning directly correlating to how good your weekend was. TSM.

Plan B and coffee, a balanced breakfast. TSTC.

Who starts papers during the daylight hours? TSTC.

Its not the formals you attend, it’s the orgasms you pretend. TSM.