Your teacher calling you out for looking like a smartass. TSM.

“Promise me one thing: you won’t take me home until I’m drunk, very drunk indeed.” -Audrey Hepburn. TSM.

Pretending to care about his sports teams for the jewelry he buys you after. TSM.

Hazing fraternity pledges when you are a pledge. TSM.

Never having to do a walk of shame, because you always convince him to come over to your place. TSM.

Leaving Friday morning yoga twice to vom up Thursday night. TSM.

The perfect sorority house smells like Jo-Ann’s. TSM.

The Sunday morning “I fucked up” text to your big. TSM.

Judging your Starbucks barista’s penmanship. TSM.

The amount of effort you put into your outfit directly correlating with the number of top tier fraternity men in your classes that day. TSM.

“But I’m like, ten times prettier than she is so…” TSM.

Taking a Vyvanse to do your hair more efficiently. TSM.

Going Pinterest famous. TSM.

Deciding against “Risky Business” for Halloween, because you wear that every weekend. TSM.

Homecoming being such an epic event that it requires a week-long pregame. TSM.

Getting social with the social chair. TSM.

Your grandlittle calling your boyfriend “grandpa.” TSM.

Holding the top of the beer bong being one of your duties as a little. TSM.

Never have I ever volunteered to be a sober sister. TSM.

Doing your sorority’s grip at work with your boss when you find out you are sisters. TSM.