Referring to any non-alcoholic beverage as a chaser. TSM.

“Can you see my hangover through these sunglasses?” TSM.

Having a love/hate relationship with the people who were sober enough to remember what you did last night. TSM.

Being far too hungover to go to class, but managing to make it to banner painting at the same time. TSM.

When he stays at your place, but you still get a shack shirt. TSM.

“Are you dressing cute, or no?” TSM.

Wearing both last nights outfit and dignity to your 8AM. TSM.

Fear no bitch. Trust no player. TSM.

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because he was tall and in a good fraternity, and he’ll probably text you again at 2:34am this Saturday. TSM.

Having a group message called The Burn Book. TSM.

If by homework you mean his formal cooler, then yes, I’ve started it. TSM.

Making a pledge ask him to formal for you. TSM.

Serial smoocher. TSM.

Always drunk. Never drunk in love. TSM.

Your little having the golden heart emoji next to her name on Snapchat. TSM.

Well, we’ve hooked up, like, three times, so we’re pretty much in a relationship. TSM.

It’s not what you know, it’s what you throw. TSM.

Feeling all eyes turn to you when the advisor tells everyone to “be on your best behavior.” TSM.

Always making it to the pregame. Rarely making it to the event. TSM.

Greek mythology: “There are no rivalries between sororities.” TSTC.