Shotgunning beers faster than all of the guys at a party while their girlfriends stand back and watch. TSM.

Having a group text strictly to share screen shots of monograms, Pinterest ideas, and tinder photos between you and your sisters. TSM.

Koozies and condoms: vacation essentials. TSM.

Using “I was a fraternity sweetheart” as an excuse to bake for your coworkers. TSM.

Subconsciously snapping for a good football play. TSM.

Blacking out and waking up with a different color pedicure. TSM.

Being complimented on your snapchat penmanship. TSM.

Expecting the world to stop every time you get a haircut. TSM.

Alumnae still dictating who talks to whom during recruitment. TSM.

To do: power yoga, tanning, dinner, get drunk. TSM.

Wanting there to just be a Tinder for PNMs. TSM.

The first thing out of your mouth when a guy asks you tell him something about yourself being “Well, I’m in a sorority…” TSM.

Never skipping kegel day. TSM.

Recruitment dreams. TSM.

Ditching him for another guy who’s just as hot, but less work. TSM.

The excitement you get when you write your first letter of recommendation for the gorgeous, little girl you babysat growing up. TSM.

“Oh, it happened, and I have the texts to prove it.” TSM.

Girls just want to have fun. Sorority girls just want to have funds. TSM.

Remembering your nights, not by what you did, but by what you wore. TSM.

Going tanning on your lunch break. TSM.