Using “I was in a sorority” as an excuse to drink excessively postgrad. TSM.

Being nicknamed Pocahontas for years, then finding out that your big’s nickname is Pocahotmess. TSM.

“I’d like to add his initial to my monogram.” -Ella Fitzgerald. TSM.

I’ve decided to stop aging at 21. TSM.

Home is where you stay between summer road trips to see different sisters. TSM.

Your version of roughing it being laying out by the pool instead of on the yacht. TSM.

Feeling overwhelmed with satisfaction when you wake up hungry because you didn’t give in to the drunk munchies the night before. TSM.

Calling your big when you need to whine and wine. TSM.

TSA patting down your hair at the airport because it’s so full of secrets. TSM.

Hot mess express in a bow and a dress. TSM.

Going abroad with the essentials: new letter shirts, plenty of hair bows, and condoms. Lots of condoms. TSM.

“Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed.” -Carrie Bradshaw. TSM.

Going to a wedding with the other bridesmaids, but leaving with the best man. TSM.

Drunk you getting a guy’s number from his Facebook after sober you deleted it from your phone. That sneaky bitch. TSM.

Going to events just for the new profile pic. TSM.

Stressed out, dressed up. TSM.

Gulping the wine instead of sipping it during Mass. TSM.

Stalking all the girls in your upcoming study abroad group to figure out which ones you’ll be friends with based on which sororities they’re in. TSM.

Having more frat tanks than sorority shirts. TSM.

Justifying a 3-day cleanse as being for health reasons, when it’s really just about becoming five pounds hotter. TSM.