Sipping chardonnay in chambray. TSM.

Taking your pink glittery flask everywhere you go. TSM.

A girl is known for the company she keeps and the company she avoids. TSM.

Color coordinating his bow ties and button-downs for him. TSM.

Always making sure your bow is on your good side. TSM.

Competitive crafting. TSM.

Being seen as adorable even when your sassiness becomes bitchiness. TSM.

Being invited to your ex-boyfriend’s fraternity’s beach weekend by his president. TSM.

“Are you wearing a short dress or a long one to formal?” TSM.

Getting a Starbucks Pike from a Pike. TSM.

Love the t-shirt, hate the sorority. TSM.

Having more TSM moments than blonde moments. TSM.

Your recruitment chair assuring you that you are definitely recruiting every round next year. TSM.

If a guy meets my standards, he’s either a true gentleman or a good liar. TSM.

Hating the first girl who decided to paint a cooler for her date. TSM.

Making a good impression before your interview even starts because of your outfit. TSM.

“You need to control your date.” TSM.

Being asked to two different fraternity formals within a week of ending things with your boyfriend. TSM.

Being all over your sorority’s Facebook page. TSM.

The boys admiring your ass, but talking about your class. TSM.