If I didn’t hate her so much, we would probably be really good friends. TSM.

Pretty girls use birth control. TSM.

Stealing a fraternity composite and realizing Bacon is on it. TSM.

Playing “spot that legacy” whenever you watch Legally Blonde. TSM.

Mailing your little a recruitment survival package because you’re studying abroad. TSM.

Not that who got the tannest over summer break is a competition…but you won. TSM.

Your heart skipping a beat when your dad disingenuously says he’s quitting his job after a bad day at work. TSM.

Having a sex toy party as an underground sisterhood event. TSM.

Bid day feeling like Christmas in July…in August. TSM.

Noticeably laughing when you catch a guy fawning over you. TSM.

Spending your time at the beach in search of a slightly fatter girl to boost your self-esteem. TSM.

Being a Scarlett, not a Melanie. TSM.

“You’re the exception because you’re my little.” TSM.

The lipstick ring around your straw. TSM.

The passive aggressive shove of frenemies on the dance floor. TSM.

The highlight of your day at the beach being the “How tan did I get?” shower at the end of it. TSM.

Dating seniors as a freshman. TSM.

Leading the fight song on top of someone’s shoulders. TSM.

The alumni board approving a new house just for bigger closets. TSM.

Purposely walking in front of the entire lecture hall on the way to your back row seat. TSM.