Planning your schedule next semester to ensure you have breaks with your Little. TSM.

BYOB: Bring your own box. TSM.

Facebook stalking everyone in your family line after Big/Little reveal. TSM.

We’ll have pictures instead of memories. TSM.

That amazing moment when your fratdaddy starts to abbrev and use your lingo. TSM.

Every girl before me was a mistake, and every girl after me will be a downgrade. TSM.

Is it too much to ask that my sisters hate my ex-boyfriend as much as I do? TSM.

You know it was a great night when you’re scared to look at the pictures in the morning. TSM.

Being proud of yourself when you only make out with one guy at crush party. TSM.

Sundays are for chapter and recovering. TSM.

Zooming in on composites behind people’s heads to figure out what fraternity they are at. TSM.

The only time I’m liberal is with the Facebook like button. TSM.

There is nothing a little happy hour and a lot of drinks won’t fix. TSM.

Strategically wearing outfits that make it easy for everyone to see his lavalier around your neck. TSM.

That mixed feeling of disappointment and flattery when your boy uses the “I swear this has never happened before” line. TSM.

This is the last guy I can hook up with in their fraternity before I hit my max. Swear. TSM.

Emergency big/little meetings in the bathroom of the bar. TSM.

Being the senior that even exec is afraid of. TSM.

Caring more about how great you look in front of that bitch you hate than your fratdaddy. TSM.

Texting your sisters even more than usual just because it gives you an excuse to stare at how cute your newest Lilly iPhone cover looks again. TSM.