Threatening to pour glitter all over your little’s rug (again) when she says she doesn’t want to go out. TSM.

Your lineage having its own drink. TSM.

Feeling a sense of pride when your sisters say your family was the craziest at formal. TSM.

Making a secret board on Pinterest for recruitment. TSM.

“Getting drunk with grandma” has a whole new meaning once you join a sorority. TSM.

Waking up in an unfamiliar place, but feeling perfectly fine because you see letters on the wall. TSM.

Spending a “Mommy and me” day shopping. TSM.

Feeling like your tan isn’t perfect unless you got it on a boat. TSM.

Packing a separate bag for just your shoes when traveling. TSM.

Knowing your little is going to be perfect purely based on the fact that she is going to be your little. TSM.

Having more frat tees than you do shoes. TSM.

Using your presidential powers for good and evil. TSM.

Baking cookies for his pledges on bid night to make up for the trauma they will experience later. TSM.

Claiming the Lexus as your future car the moment your parents pull it into their driveway. TSM.

You can determine the quality of your night by the hate messages you receive in the morning. TSM.

Calling your president’s apartment “The White House.” TSM.

Coming back from summer even hotter than when you left. TSM.

Turning a guy who “doesn’t do relationships” into one who does. TSM.

The only things in my recycling bin are Diet Coke cans and empty wine bottles. TSM.

“He has TWO trust funds. Just like that, he’s cute.” TSM.