The mass text to sisters when a recruitment song comes on in the bar. TSM.

You know you did back to school shopping right when you pack clothes that still have their tags on them. TSM.

Bow big or go home. TSM.

Only knowing which day of the week it is over summer break because of your birth control. TSM.

Managing to make the hometown hook-up catch feelings just in time for you to go back to school. TSM.

Being too wasted to walk, but still sober enough to demand a good shack shirt. TSM.

The passive aggressive lowercase, no exclamation point “happy birthday” on Facebook, to let your frenemy know you couldn’t give a fuck less. TSM.

Knowing exactly how many bottles of wine fit in your tote bag. TSM.

“Flowers are poor people’s jewelry.” -Karen Walker. TSM.

Winning the rebound war with your ex. TSM.

I cook, I clean, I cooler. TSM.

Your only want in life being world peace…and a Birkin bag. TSM.

Going to bars in your hometown solely to judge. TSM.

Feeling a little bit proud when the myfitness app tells you you’re not taking in enough calories. TSM.

Back-to-recruitment shopping. TSM.

Calling your actual younger sister your “bio-little.” TSM.

Falling in love with your sorority all over again every bid day. TSM.

The police stopping traffic, so you can take a picture of the whole chapter in front of the house. TSM.

Her eye shadow glitters. Mine shimmers. Huge difference. TSM.

“Which Instagram filter will make me look the most tan? But really.” TSM.