The chorus of “OMG you got SO skinny” when you get back to campus. TSM.

“Don’t let me drunch.” TSM.

Giving directions by using fraternity houses as land marks. TSM.

The contents of your purse being your planner, tanning oil, and a shot glass. All the essentials. TSM.

Preparing for your role as recruitment chair by purchasing a megaphone. TSM.

Finding glitter on everything you own, including your boyfriend. TSM.

Dionne refusing to call Cher selfish to her face. TSM.

Being able to predict when your shipment will arrive better than FedEx can. TSM.

Only having “smalls” on chapter-wide shirt orders. TSM.

Recruitment is a bitch, and so am I. TSM.

Finally knowing what it feels like to be the sober one when you watch drunk people on TV. TSM.

Dear standards, I apologize in advance. TSM.

It’s rush crush season. TSM.

Finding yourself attracted to every “pre” but “e.” TSM.

“I’m at the house, and it’s been awhile since you’ve said something inappropriate. I need to take you off speaker.” TSM.

Judging a girl by her spirit animal. TSM.

Wine in the Nalgene during work week. TSM.

Sleeping Beauty not getting out of bed until a rich prince kissed her. TSM.

Being that kind of girl. TSM.

Jenny having sex with Forrest Gump only after he became a shrimp boat captain millionaire. TSM.