Sundresses and shit-kickers. TSM.

Introducing the risk management chair to your little while your best friend goes mattress sledding in the house. TSM.

The sarcastic sideways glance when someone asks if you can afford that. TSM.

Fraternities calling you because they need more pretty girls at their functions. TSM.

The wedding of your sorority sister and her fraternity sweetheart feeling more like a social between the two houses. TSM.

Craft table by day, beer pong table by night. TSM.

Mandy Pepperidge giving Greg an old-fashioned while wearing gloves. TSM.

“We should get lunch and chat” being code for “I’ve got major gossip you have to hear.” TSM.

“I know what you did last night.” TSM.

Buying matching recruitment flasks with your best friends. TSM.

Being asked for “your professional crafting opinion.” TSM.

Getting involved with your local alumnae chapter before doing anything else when you move to a new city. TSM.

Judging a PNM by the height of her heels. TSM.

“I can’t decide if it’s funny, or bitchy or both.” TSM.

His brothers texting you when your boy is MIA. TSM.

Understanding that if he replies with a winky face, it means he wants you. TSM.

The “I’m never drinking again!” eight hours before you start drinking again. TSM.

Recruitment hangovers. TSM.

Putting liquor in your Camelbak. TSM.

I’m only “girlfriend material” if you’re “trust fund material.” TSM.