Your best friend arriving to pick you up in the morning with crackers, Gatorade, and questions. TSM.

Doing anything and everything to avoid your hookup by day, then doing anything and everything meet up with him by night. TSM.

Going to his date party without inviting him to your own. TSM.

Pregaming initiation. TSM.

Buying him a shirt with every intention of stealing it. TSM.

Lavaliere me so I know it’s real. TSM.

Noticing the guy you made out with last weekend looking around for you at your philanthropy event. TSM.

Getting the entire bar to sing “Happy birthday” to your sister. TSM.

So much glitter. So little sleep. TSM.

That “What are they going to do, take me to standards?” mentality you have senior year. TSM.

That’s why her sock bun is so big. It’s full of secrets. TSM.

Boyfriends are simply pledges of the relationship world. TSM.

Doing something so bad that your sorority has to create a new fine for it. TSM.

The real L-word is lavaliere. TSM.

Standardless Saturdays. TSM.

The wind always cooperating with your hair when you walk by the frat house. TSM.

Flirting with a boy strictly because of the fraternity he’s in. TSM.

Taking shots before your bikini wax. TSM.

Keeping your fake ID, your big’s ID, and your real ID next to one another in your wallet. TSM.

Being more concerned about what you’re going to wear for a presentation than what you’re going to say. TSM.