Being told you’re the best senior in the chapter. TSM.

Not being able to pass down your ID because all of the bouncers and bartenders know you. TSM.

Thirty minute conversations with the little girls you babysit about how badly you wish you were mermaids. TSM.

The sorority politics gossip session. TSM.

“What are you wearing tonight?” TSM.

Being just as excited as the boys that football season is back. TSM.

Recruitment is the only time I’m the one doing the hunting. TSM.

Long legs, short temper. TSM.

In depth conversations with sisters about how you each organize your closets. TSM.

“I’m judging you for NOT doing it.” TSM.

Spending 45 minutes trying to make it look like you just rolled out of bed. TSM.

Mentally dividing your friends into two categories: “in a relationship,” and “fun.” TSM.

Letting guys fight over you for a minute or two before you step in and pretend you’re nervous they’ll get hurt. TSM.

Having to consciously restrain yourself from talking about boys and booze during recruitment. TSM.

Your little using your grandbig’s ID. TSM.

When seeing the excitement on a PNM’s face gives you flashbacks to your rush experience. TSM.

Holding your little’s hair back while giving a guy your number. TSM.

Making your boyfriend memorize the recruitment schedule. TSM.

The complete disregard for ladylike behavior when the bus starts singing the house song. TSM.

Your mother hen syndrome kicking in when you overhear someone mention your little’s name. TSM.