Going wild on spring break even though standards never takes a vacation. TSM.

Legend in the eyes of your sisters, liability in the eyes of standards. TSM.

Having an entire fraternity whipped. TSM.

Already having a standards meeting set up for after spring break. TSTC.

Standards: You need to take down that tweet.
Me: But it got so many RTs and likes.
Standards: You have to.
Me: I’ll take the fine. TSM.

My hobbies include getting sent to standards. TSM.

Bringing your camelback with you to a booty call so you’re not too thirsty. TSM.

Only going to class in the rain because your Hunter boots match your jacket. TSM.

Making sure you pack letters for spring break. TSM.

When security has to pat down your sock bun. TSM.

“I’m not sleeping here tonight.”
“Where are you sleeping?”
“I’m not sure yet, I just know it won’t be here.” TSTC.

Standards is scared of me. TSM.

Fake blondes and real bonds. TSM.

Having the door chant stuck in your head for weeks because it’s just so catchy. TSM.

Reaching into your bag for a pen and accidentally grabbing a lipstick. TSM.

Having an average of five to ten life-ending screenshots in your phone at any given point in time. TSM.

Using Find My Friends to see who shacked at which frat houses. TSM.

Mixing vodka and Starbucks passion tea lemonade. TSM.

We can’t add them to the group chat. They’ll make it green. TSM.

Becoming a “Big-zilla” during Big/Little Week. TSM.