The “Gotta go. Recruitment is starting. We’ll talk after!” text to your boyfriend. TSM.

Other sororities giving up on a PNM because “all the pretty girls” end up in your sorority. TSM.

Posting a Bid Day picture for Throwback Thursday. TSM.

The “yeah, right” look you give when a guy asks for one of his shirts back. TSM.

Not having real pledges in medical school, but having people who will do whatever you ask anyway. TSM.

I’m so glad that I’m not fat and ugly. TSM.

Skipping all your classes because you’re sick, but going to lip sync rehearsal anyway. TSM.

That red lipstick stain on the beer you shotgunned. TSM.

Plastered in pearls. TSM.

Grabbing coffee, getting a pedicure, and going tanning are three things, attending class is only one. It’s obvious which is more productive. TSM.

Too stressed to be dressed. TSM.

Viewing Valentine’s Day as a drinking holiday. TSM.

I’m too pretty for this. TSM.

Never underestimate the power of a fabulous manicure. TSM.

Maintaining fabulous hair after completing an intense workout. TSM.

Grandma referring to my education as a “degree in persuading your father to give you money.” TSM.

The only thing in my fridge is a bottle of wine. TSM.

Picking out medical schools based on whether or not they have your sorority. TSM.

The shopping spree at Michael’s, four weeks in advance, because you’re just too excited to craft for big appreciation week. TSM.

Getting excited to see your mom so you won’t feel guilty about all of your purchases this weekend. I mean, for quality bonding time. TSM.