Having to actively practice not using your bitch face in preparation for recruitment. TSM.

Judging girls who order vodka cranberry instead of vodka soda. TSM.

Your g-big being the official authority on all things sorority. TSM.

Rise and Vine. TSM.

Your favorite lullaby having been “Hush, little baby,” because there was a promise of presents and affirmation that you were the prettiest in town. TSM.

Getting offended when you don’t instantly match with someone on Tinder. TSM.

I don’t hate you because you’re a geed, you’re a geed because I hate you. TSM.

Rush crushing so hard you seem like a lesbian. TSM.

Your sisters automatically asking which house your new guy belongs to, rather than if he belongs to one at all. TSM.

Making sure your hair looks fabulous from behind just in case you get a chance to throw what you know. TSM.

“I know that sounds bad, but whatever.” TSM.

The real royal baby celebration will be big/little reveal. TSM.

Communicating with your little on every for of social media because you miss her so much while she’s abroad. TSM.

Unfollowing your friends’ sorority boards on Pinterest if they’re not in your sorority. TSM.

Knowing what kind of night you’ll have based on your eyeshadow. TSM.

Volunteering to oversee a fraternity’s pledge project to make sure it will benefit you, directly. TSM.

Everyone singing “Happy Birthday” for your 19th in a 21+ bar. TSM.

Walking into the bar and being saluted by every Navy sailor present. TSM.

Sharing a birthday with the royal baby. TSM.

Leaving his date party to hang out with another guy, but still being asked to his formal the next day. TSM.