“If he’s an asshole we’ll laugh, get drunk and hate him.” TSM.

Having your roomie approve your sexts before you send them. TSM.

Always thinking “been there, done that,” when a new member shares a story. TSM.

Taking your cooler more seriously than your schoolwork. TSM.

Spraying homework with Febreeze to cover up the smell of spilt wine. TSM.

Deleting drunk texts so sober you doesn’t have to relive the shame. TSM.

Passive aggressively matching the boy who “wants to date you but can’t right now” on Tinder. TSM.

Casually drinking all his wine. TSM.

Knowing you’ll be his formal date before he does. TSM.

Your Instagram game changing dramatically upon joining a sorority. TSM.

College is just a pregame for adulthood. TSM.

Doing things you’d normally be too lazy to do, just for the picture. TSM.

Beer bonging wine. TSM.

The mass “I’m so sorry” text post formal. TSM.

Going to the gym with the sole intention of “running into” him. TSM.

She’s not a nice person. Like she’s the type of person who would send her own little to standards. TSM.

I won’t feel like I’m truly myself around him until I’m not embarrassed to carefully choreograph our Instagram photos. TSM.

“When you don’t want to see him, you will. When you do want to see him, you won’t. Thats just the way the cookie crumbles.” -Wise words from my big. TSM.

Matching your nail polish to your wine of choice. TSM.

Giving him some other dude’s clothes to sleep in. TSTC.