Skipping class to rhinestone your water jug. TSM.

Using a selfie stick to take nudes. TSTC.

Not feeling like your life is together until you leave the nail salon. TSM.

When your good morning text is always from Standards asking you to take down your Snapchat story. TSTC.

Showing the cops your birthday Insta when they don’t believe you’re 21. TSM.

Morning routine: Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, back to bed. TSM.

Becoming best friends with the girl you hated after you break up. TSM.

The higher the Roman Numeral, the more I like him. TSM.

Penciling your hangover into your planner. TSM.

The sex was terrible, but he bought me breakfast, so he might get a callback. TSTC.

Preparation for formal starting several days before the event. TSM.

Living up the sorority girl stereotype every weekend, then vehemently denying its existence throughout the week. TSM.

Making a PG-13 album of spring break pictures to show your parents. TSM.

Collecting fraternity formal invitations like they’re baseball cards. TSM.

Helping a sister script a text a boy instead of studying for midterms. TSM.

My [pledge] mamma don’t like you, and she likes everyone [as long as you’re cute, over 6 ft, and in a good fraternity]. TSM.

I need either caffeine or vodka. I don’t care which, but I need it now. TSM.

“I think it only counts if you care about the person, so my number’s like zero.” TSM.

Your roommate making other sleeping arrangements when you have a mixer with your favorite fraternity. TSM.

Getting annoyed when your shack shirt isn’t comfort colors. TSM.