Bringing your own toilet paper to a frat party, because you know you’ll need it. TSM.

“I get what I want.” TSM.

Every drunk picture is a kissing face because you love everyone when you’re drunk. And also, cheekbones. TSM.

Emotionally hungover. TSM.

I only break the rules because they’re stupid. TSM.

Learning about cultural and historical events through mixer themes. TSM.

I’m fluent in drunk text. TSM.

“We should have pregamed.” TSM.

The majority of your camera roll being screenshots of PNMs’ Instagram posts. TSM.

Bringing your sunglasses out with you at night, because you know you’ll want them for the walk home in the morning. TSTC.

She puts the “hell” in “Panhellenic.” TSM.

I plan to be involved as a senior, so long as my involvement means I can be drunk. TSM.

I may be crazy, but you’d still rather be with me than against me. TSM.

No one would ever be so stupid as to ask me to be a sober sister. TSM.

Shattering your phone screen, but not your reputation. TSM.

Graduating from college but never from the group chat. TSM.

Being the new member everyone loved and the senior everyone fears. TSM.

Height in a Tinder bio is like a GPA on a resume: if it’s not good, don’t put it. TSM.

Tindering while your hookup is in the bathroom. TSM

1: “What’s his major?”
2: “Trustfund, doesn’t matter.” TSM.