Feeling insulted when a guy tells you you have a good personality. TSM.

A perfect little comes from a perfect big. TSM.

Always having a Valentine, even if it’s just Moscato. TSM.

Always having the newest fraternity PR shirts, but never having to buy them. TSM.

It’s tanning bed season. TSM.

Going to the job fair to find a man. TSM.

Bringing champagne in your gym bag for your post-workout mimosa. TSM.

Telling your sisters to “drink on it,” instead of “sleep on it.” TSM.

Designating a specific class to reading all the new TSM articles from the day. TSM.

All of your Facebook ads being sorority-related. TSM.

Alumnae texting to congratulate you on your new e-board position. TSM.

Always being able to find a reason to celebrate. TSM.

You’re not living unless you’ve been on social probation at least once. TSM.

Late night snack. NS. Late night shack. TSM.

“You’re really going to make it difficult for me to run for office someday.” TSTC.

My composites would look better if I could tilt. TSM.

Threatening to make your little an orphan when she volunteers to be a sober sister. TSM.

Wearing a onesie to bed. TSM.

He gives me the douchebumps. TSM.

The mission to steal your bra back off the ceiling fan when you go to a frat party. TSM.