Bow in the hair, finger in the air. TSM.

Putting your letters on your gingerbread house. TSM.

Being the pregnancy scare expert. TSM.

Your sorority’s symbol being on the new $100 dollar bill. TSM.

Drunkenly posting to your chapter’s Facebook page, just to tell your sisters how much you miss them over break. TSM.

The sister designated to making sure you only BOMO with cute boys. TSM.

The male barista at Starbucks paying for your drink while your boyfriend waits outside in the car. TSM.

Sneaking the wine bottles your big bought you into the house in your Vera Messenger. TSM.

Grandfather bought me a car for Christmas. I made him a cooler to thank him. TSM.

Jennifer Lawrence admitting she has a box full of butt plugs on national television. TSTC.

Having enough t-shirts for multiple quilts. TSM.

I’m on a coffee and wine diet. TSM.

Laughing when you are called to standards. TSM.

“He made me pretty, he made me smart, and I’m gonna break a million hearts.” TSM.

“I promise he’s really hot about eight shots in.” TSM.

Adderall prices going up two weeks of the semester: finals and big-little. TSM.

Daddy’s first response being “What do you need?” when you call him. TSM.

Matching with an entire fraternity on Tinder. TSM.

The chapter calling you “Madame President” during your term. TSM.

Everyone introducing you to their out-of-town guy friends as the “cute, single friend.” TSM.