Here’s to lack of sleep, blistered feet, and amazing new sisters at the end of the week. TSM.

Finally understanding the bond the older girls always talked about getting during recruitment. TSM.

Big hair, skinny arms, little waist, and good taste. TSM.

Changing the conversation completely when other sorority girls come in the gym. TSM.

How do they expect us to bond when we’re sober? TSM.

The two guys I text the most on my phone are “ASSHOLE” and “DO NOT TEXT EVER.” TSM.

Smiling on the outside. Judging on the inside. TSM.

Trying hard not to say “married” when the interviewer asks where you see yourself in five years. TSM.

Never having to sit alone in class. TSM.

Being “over it.” TSM.

The three Cs: cooking, cleaning, and crafting. TSM.

Same story, different PNMs. TSM.

The only thing better than having one little, is having two…TWINNING! TSM.

Council meeting turned gossip session. TSM.

Sexercise. TSM.

Taking notes on the PNMs in class instead of the lecture. TSM.

First move after getting a new car was getting letters for the back glass. TSM.

Being completely aware of how small dorm closets are, and still insisting on bringing your entire wardrobe. TSM.

It doesn’t matter how old you are, it’s the badge number. Bitch. TSM.

Receiving numerous “Hey are you back yet?” texts from fraternity members. TSM.