Instinctively pausing after a right swipe. TSM.

Making the decision on whether or not you need a bra as a group. TSM.

Automatically reading “Patrón” instead of “patron.” TSM.

Finding time to Instagram in the middle of finals week. TSM.

Trying to act interested when he tells you things you already knew because you stalked him. TSM.

That moment of victory when he uses his Snapchat replay on the selfie you sent him. TSM.

I put the “hot” in psychotic. TSM.

“No one can control her.” TSM.

I really enjoyed your story. I’m glad you’re not in jail. TSM.

Playing “spot the legacy” with old composites. TSM.

Going from social chair to social probation. TSTC.

I always need to drink with someone before I decide whether or not I like them. TSM.

Finding a full flask in your backpack, but not a pen. TSM.

Sleeping with a freshman on his initiation night because you never forget your initiation night. TSM.

Excusing your great grandbig’s drunken behavior the same way you’d excuse a grandparent’s behavior. TSM.

Fully realizing how much he downgraded come cooler season. TSM.

Making a color coded chart of everyone your group of friends has hooked up with. TSTC.

I smell like social smoking and vodka. TSTC.

Being more excited about the pregame and the breakfast the next day than the actual party. TSM.

Using the photo booth at formal as an excuse to make out with your date. TSM.