Having cooler PTSD. TSM.

Going to class dressed in your bid day theme, because your teacher won’t allow an absence. TSTC.

Drunk eating a salad. TSM.

Upgrading to the jumbo agenda when you win your position on exec. TSM.

Vodka before wine, feelin’ fine. TSM.

“I don’t care what you do, just don’t post about it.” TSM.

Putting on your “recruitment chair face” so the chapter knows you mean business. TSM.

I only like him when I’m drunk. TSM.

I look up to myself. TSM.

Messy bun, ready for fun. TSM.

“Who’s the big here?” TSM.

Thinking more about your future little than your future husband. TSM.

The hickey lasted longer than the “relationship.” TSTC.

The only person in the world who’s truly seen me at my worst is the drive-through barista at Starbucks. TSM.

Every girl wants to hear those five little words: “You can keep the shirt.” TSM.

“It’s fine. He’s a geed. No one knows him.” TSM.

Pre-planning your hookups for the next three weekends. TSM.

Using chapter meeting to talk about the weekend’s festivities. TSM.

Waking up to find strangers in your snap story being a welcome change to finding strangers in your bed. TSTC.

Posting in your sorority’s Facebook group to see if anyone can pick you up from a night of shacking. TSM.