Pregaming homework with Adderall, Starbucks, and Pinterest. TSM.

Shotgunning beers and taking pregnancy tests after chapter meeting, because your sisters are all together anyway. TSTC.

Immediately trying to incorporate both of your house symbols into your wedding after becoming official. TSM.

“Not” drinking with actives during your new member period. TSM.

Sending your ugliest Snapchats to your sisters. That’s love. TSM.

Switching to vodka cranberry, because you have a UTI. TSM.

Referring to your big as your “non-romantic soulmate” to people who don’t understand the relationship. TSM.

Celebratory “I dumped his ass” shots. TSM.

I got shack clothes from different area codes. TSM.

The morning check for hickeys before facing the day. TSM.

Feeling a sense of accomplishment when you correctly guess which sorority a girl is in. TSM.

Doing it for the story. TFM. Doing it for the pictures. TSM.

Being drunk in at least half of your Instagram pictures. TSM.

Taking off your letters mid-game so you can shamelessly yell obscenities at the referees. TSM.

Shacking in the same room with two different guys a year apart. TSM.

When telling your little “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” eliminates just about nothing. TSM.

Being in his phone as “The First Lady.” TSM.

Agreeing to shotgun a beer just so a cute guy can punch the hole for you. TSM.

Calories don’t count after midnight. TSM.

Being able to get away with anything on your 21st birthday. TSM.