In Girl World, Recruitment is the one week a year when you can act like a total bitch and no other girls can say anything about it. TSM.

Deciding which car to drive for the day based on your outfit. TSM.

Your ringtone being the Breakfast at Tiffany’s theme song. TSM.

Having called your GameBoy a GameGirl when you were little. TSM.

Guys responding to your snapchats with a text. TSM.

Insisting on using your pink, breast cancer awareness golf balls when playing a round with the boys. TSM.

Assuming you would be more excited to meet your sorority’s National President than the U.S. President. TSM.

My idea of fast food is a protein bar and a Diet Coke. TSM.

Make a lot of noise, kiss a lot of boys. TSM.

Using the same shade of makeup all year long, because you’re always perfectly tanned. TSM.

Walking into a frat party and mentally separating girls into three groups: Greeks, girlfriends, and GTFO. TSM.

Knowing you’ve found the perfect wedding dress when you’ve pinned it more than once. TSM.

Watching shows about weddings counts as research. TSM.

Crafting for your future little on your 15 hour flight and getting glitter everywhere. TSM.

Being more excited to see your big than the bride at a sister’s wedding. TSM.

Becoming a rho gamma because it’s an excuse to buy new clothes. TSM.

Saving your dad’s contact with the credit card emoji. TSM.

“No, I already took my bra off. I’m in for the night.” TSM.

Wearing letters to see Monsters University. TSM.

Instantly becoming “single” when a guy at the bar offers to buy you a drink. TSM.