“He viewed my Snapchat story. He totally wants to get back together.” TSM.

Never letting a football game interrupt the tailgate. TSM.

Duck facing in your mugshot. TSM.

Judging how well you performed by the brand of the shack shirt you received. TSM.

Younger members telling you that they hope to be just like you when they grow up. TSM.

Having sex on the 50-yard line. TSM.

Taking “You get pretty wild when you drink” as a compliment. TSM.

Puking, taking a perfect picture, then puking again. TSM.

Gym, Tan, Liquor. TSM.

Popping Addy by day and bottles by night. TSM.

Lipstick stains on your shot glass. TSM.

You can’t get sent to standards for something you don’t remember doing. TSM.

Shacking on a yacht. TSM.

Passing down your shack shirts so that your little knows the expectations. TSM.

Making sure to grab your sunglasses when leaving for a fraternity party, because you know you’ll need them the next morning for the way home. TSM.

Differentiating between wasted and “college wasted.” TSM.

The addy you took to write your final paper being used to make your tacky Christmas sweater. TSM.

Elle Woods is my spirit animal. TSM.

Never have I ever worn dress pants to chapter. TSM.

Wondering why the Rowdy Gentlemen coozies are filled with soda. TSM.