Your written excuse for missing an all-Greek meeting being “I don’t want to walk of shame in front of the alumni.” TSM.

Embaracing and emphasizing all of the sorority stereotypes you fulfill until graduation. TSM.

Wine is the only dinner I need. TSM.

Judging your semester by the number of single earrings you’re left with by the end of it. TSM.

Every finals Snapchat involving wine. TSM.

Wrapping all your Christmas presents in glitter paper. TSM.

Using Tinder only for the ego boost. TSM.

Being voted “Most Likely to Go to Class Drunk.” TSTC.

That venue nobody can remember. TSM.

The night is drunkest just before the dawn. TSM.

Nicknaming the tramp of your sorority the “Service Liaison.” TSM.

Always looking like you’re going to the gym. Never looking like you’re coming back from the gym. TSM.

Interrupting a fraternity’s chapter meeting to buy Adderall. TSM.

I don’t have a drinking problem. I have a drinking solution. TSM.

Being sent to standards on your birthday. TSTC.

Stifler’s mom. TSTC.

He wined and dined me, but I took his bed and he got the couch. TSM.

Giving your ex back his clothes while wearing another boy’s clothes. TSM.

It’s going down. We matched on Tinderrrrr. TSM.

TSM having a Pinterest page. TSM.