Responding with “You should” whenever your boyfriend says he feels bad for being an asshole. TSM.

There is no such thing as a strong drink, only a weak person. TSM.

Keeping your nail polish collection in your Sperrys box. TSM.

“Let’s just be friends” never lasting past the standard five drinks. TSM.

Being the first person to hear the latest gossip even when you’re over four thousand miles away. TSM.

Cross-referencing Tinder with Lulu once you find him on Facebook. TSM.

Teaching your niece the Greek alphabet because you know she’ll need it. TSM.

Having your wedding shut down by the cops. TSM.

First we out-dressed them, then we out-drank them. TSM.

Wiping out while tubing, but deciding everything is okay once you realize you’ve still got your bow. TSM.

Cringing whenever you hear somebody mispronounce a Greek letter, even if it’s not one of yours. TSM.

Telling your g-big you’re nervous about finding a little, only to find out she’s already picked one out for you, much like she picked you out for your big. TSM.

The hushed suspicion of a candle pass whenever certain alumnae come back just “for a visit.” TSM.

All of your Instagram photos containing your letters, your crafts, your sisters, or all three. TSM.

Having a crush on Jimmy Tatro. TSM.

Choosing your car for the day like you chose your outfit for the day. TSM.

“I’m actually obsessed with her.” TSM.

Trying to decide whose side you should sit on when your big marries your boyfriend’s brother. TSM.

A Kate in the streets, but a Kim in the sheets. TSM.

Your apartment being known as “wine country.” TSM.