Leggings, liquor, and Luke Bryan. TSM.

Checking out the freshmen girls before the freshmen boys even have a chance. TSM.

Assuming your auto-correct didn’t recognize the word “grandlittle,” because it knows you’re not ready for your little to grow up just yet. TSM.

Rocking him like a wagon wheel. TSM.

Already having your dress picked out for game one. TSM.

Keeping your craft game strong over summer break. TSM.

“Accidentally” texting your former hookup details about your current hookup “meant for your little’s eyes only.” TSM.

Being the deliverer, not the recipient of the “I’m sorry you have feelings for me, but I’m just not interested in anything more than a hookup” speech. TSM.

Brooke Davis naming her company “Clothes Over Bros.” TSM.

Purposefully controlling your road rage because there are letters on your car. TSM.

Chasing vodka with vodka. TSM.

Becoming an orientation leader just to scope out all the PNMs before formal recruitment. TSM.

Picking out all of your formal chapter outfits for the semester in August. TSM.

Stifling your laughter when you realize that blackout pictures from spring break made their way onto the recruitment slideshow. TSM.

Teaching your little exactly how to abuse her power as recruitment chair. TSM.

“Oh my God, you’re so pretty, I hate you.” TSM.

If the makers of Crystal Light only knew. TSM.

Bedazzling a planner at the start of the semester, then never using it again. TSM.

Celebrating a resolved pregnancy scare with unprotected sex. TSM.

Judging people based on the number of hashtags they use per post. TSM.