Talking to your sister every time you see her on campus even though she’s a Rho Chi. TSM.

When you know he’s walking you home because he wants to show you off. TSM.

Keeping an ex on Facebook, so he can see how much fun you’re having without him. TSM.

You can always tell when a sorority’s latest event shirts come in. TSM.

Using your sorority mandated library hours to design the perfect cooler for spring formal. TSM.

Singing along to a song about thrift shops, knowing you’ll never actually go near one. TSM.

Changing chapter from Sunday to Monday just because of the Super Bowl. TSM.

Having a “Well, then what are we supposed to talk about?” moment, when you’re reminded you can’t discuss booze, boys, or brands during recruitment. TSM.

Looking past it when you see him dip, but feeling absolutely disgusted if you ever see him cry. TSM.

Getting excited for everything about the Super Bowl, except for the football, and the girls who pretend to like it. TSM.

Spending more time in class judging your geed TA than listening to her. TSM.

Knowing the difference between a big t-shirt and a t-shirt that’s too big. TSM.

Being known as the bronzed bombshell of your sorority. TSM.

Shine bright like a Yurman. TSM.

Big-little week crafting means your room is ruined so your little’s is beautiful. TSM.

Taking an entourage with you to the bathroom. TSM.

Getting all dressed up for a black light party, just so you’ll look cute in the pictures. TSM.

Having more clothes in your closet than a fraternity does in its entire house. TSM.

Putting him in Facebook purgatory before accepting his friend request just to keep him on his toes. TSM.

Doodling your monogram all over your lecture notes. TSM.