Finding the one open spot on the couches to get in a power nap before a rush party. TSM.

Not being able to make it to all of your classes, but not missing a single day of free tan week. TSM.

Laughing when the youngest pledge class asks when they get to eat lunch during recruitment. TSM.

Your favorite fraternity getting upset that you ordered another fraternity’s rush shirt. TSM.

“Does creating birthday picstitches count as a relevant skill for my resume?” TSM.

I’m not stalking the new members’ Facebooks, I’m grand-little shopping. TSM.

If he isn’t obsessed with me, then it just won’t work out. TSM.

85% of my power is in my hair. TSM.

Taking being told you have too many clothes as a compliment, then going shopping to celebrate. TSM.

Being disappointed when you ask a guy which house he’s in and he gives you a street address instead of a set of Greek letters. TSM.

Having at least one sorority pic on your Tinder account so GDIs know they won’t be a match. TSM.

Making sure your finals schedule doesn’t conflict with any fraternity formals. TSM.

Wearing v-necks all week so people can see your new lavaliere. TSM.

Being the only girl he’s brought home to meet his mom. TSM.

Venti non-fat, pumpkin spice, chai tea latte. TSM.

Being the girl everyone goes to for the sorority politics gossip. TSM.

Keeping the Homecoming Queen title not only in your sorority, but in your family. TSM.

Being asked to formal during your first syllabus week. TSM.

Thinking “this would be great mixed with vodka” every time you try a new low-calorie drink that tastes even remotely good. TSM.

Not needing to download the Group me app because all of your sisters have iPhones. TSM.