Feeling physically uncomfortable when a guy wearing flip flops and jeans sits next to you in a lecture. TSM.

Two inches of snow being too much to drive to class, but two feet not keeping you from happy hour. TSM.

Not understanding why exec wants to lose the “party girl” stereotype the chapter has. TSTC.

When your boyfriend doesn’t notice your haircut, but your Starbucks barista does. TSM.

We go together like crystal light and vodka. TSM.

Your selfie getting likes from the fraternities’ official page. TSM.

Being able to do whatever you want, because everyone’s afraid of your big. TSM.

“Hey, I’m the only one allowed to talk shit on her.” TSM.

Wearing a sorority shirt the first day of class to let everyone know who you are. TSM.

When your wedding is basically just a giant social between his brothers and your sisters. TSM.

Getting an email from standards before the semester even starts. TSTC.

Double fisting so none of your hands are free to send embarrassing texts. TSM.

Planning the pre-game before planning the event. TSM.

All of your Venmo payments being for wine or drunk food. TSM.

Swiping right just to see if he did. TSM.

Using the sorority Instagram account to like your own photos. TSM.

Recruitment is my cardio. TSM.

Fraternity pledges waiting for you outside class with Starbucks. TSM.

Having a rotation of who has to go to class when attendance is by sign-in. TSTC.

“I called dibs when we were looking at the composite.” TSM.