Hooking up with a boy in his chapter room. TSM.

Refusing to let the polar vortex stand in between you and your 21st birthday. TSM.

Will twerk for a pledges. TSM.

A good friend will vouch for you in a standards meeting. Your best friend will be sitting there with you. TSM.

Using “My big says I can’t” as an excuse to get out of anything and everything. TSM.

Going to his formal with a cooler. Leaving with a composite. TSM.

Blue Ivy’s new gold sippy cup. TSM.

Crushing the patriarchy in pearls and a sundress. TSM.

Every side is my good side. TSM.

Recruiting younger girls to be your prodigies once you graduate. TSM.

The whole chapter crying during officer transition. TSM.

Designing your favorite fraternity’s rush shirt, because you know you’ll end up walking home in one eventually. TSM.

Logging your study hours while you’re on Pinterest. TSM.

Your ex’s roommate telling you he “misses seeing you around the apartment.” TSM.

Pitying the poor pledge who doesn’t know you’re also hooking up with his pledge trainer. TSM.

Your DUI bail being set higher than Bieber’s. TSTC.

Having nicknames for each boy you’re juggling. TSM.

Coming in a legacy. Leaving a legend. TSM.

The girl you babysit calling your sorority “that wine-drinking club you’re in.” TSM.

Having extra dates to formal. TSM.