If you ask me to borrow a pen, your notes will be in pink or purple for the day. TSM.

Ignoring his snap chats until he texts you. TSM.

Starting a USA chant from atop the highest surface at the party. TSM.

Calling executive board the dream team. TSM.

Using a mandatory Greek life alcohol seminar to find your new guy. TSM.

Going to the library just to show off your new letters. TSM.

Getting the “There is glitter all over my bed” text the day after Halloween. TSM.

You can’t spell superiority without sorority. Sort of. TSM.

Being the girl your guy friends depend on to set them up with dates for formal. TSM.

Writing everyone’s letters as their “company” in your phonebook. TSM.

Saying “I only care about rocks if they’re diamonds,” when people ask you how Geology is going. TSM.

The freshmen refusing to recognize you as an alum when you’re on your victory lap, because you’re “too cool.” TSM.

“A girl doesn’t read this sort of thing without her lipstick.” -Audrey Hepburn. TSM.

He has an accent. Obviously he’s a good kisser. TSM.

Making things that should never be sexy sexy for Halloween. TSM.

Forgetting where you came from, literally. How did I get here? TSM.

Being more excited for the week before homecoming than you are for the actual game. TSM.

Leaving almost nothing to the imagination on Halloween. TSM.

Lucille Bluth. TSM.

Anxiously awaiting his text, then getting turned off because he texted you too soon. TSM.