The booty pic is an art form. Call me Michelangelo. TSM.

The Real House Moms of Greek Row. TSM.

Anything you can do, I can pay someone to do better. TSM.

I craft, because I care. TSM.

Strategically placing emojis in your snaps. TSM.

Queen of the Jungle Juice. TSM.

Trusting your blackout self to do the things your sober self won’t. TSM.

“Which fraternity is he in?” TSM.

Don’t judge me by my past. And by “my past,” I mean 12 hours ago. TSM.

Your shack t-shirt quilt being bigger than your sorority t-shirt quilt. TSTC.

Dramatically breaking up with someone you weren’t even dating. TSM.

Writing an eight-page term paper about “Legally Blonde.” TSM.

Staying in his dorm the night before move out day as a strategic means to meet his parents. TSM.

Keep your friends close, and your standards chair the closer. TSM.

Having a signature Instagram filter. TSM.

Demanding “who do you know here!?” even when you’re not the host. TSM.

“Do all things with sass and glitter.” TSM.

I’m in love with the Coco…Chanel. TSM.

Never being sent to standards, because everyone is afraid of you, not because you follow the rules. TSM.

Graduating with honors and alcoholism. TSM.