A shack shirt is just a souvenir. TSM.

Having your own hashtag. TSM.

Pretending you’re on an episode of “Say Yes to the Dress” when you go formal dress shopping. TSM.

Your only excuse being “We were at the beach” when your mom asks why you drunkenly called her mid-day. TSM.

“YASSS” being an autocorrect suggestion in your phone. TSM.

When your 60-year-old alumnae tell you not to worry, because they were alcoholics too. TSM.

Taking one for the chapter. TSM.

I didn’t pay for my friends. I paid for my Instagram likes. TSM.

Never having to walk home during pledge season. TSM.

“Accidentally” smearing lipstick on his shirt to mark your territory. TSM.

FOWAGO: Fear Of Wasting A Good Outfit. TSM.

Getting up earlier for a philanthropy than you ever would for class. TSM.

Having a secret handshake with your favorite bouncer. TSM.

But first, let me take a Snapchat. TSM.

Marry for money. Love will come later. TSM.

Having an ever-growing collection of single earrings you refuse to get rid of. TSM.

Stalking your little back to the day she joined Facebook. TSTC.

“You look expensive.” TSM.

Having to start every party story with “I don’t actually remember any of this, but apparently…” TSM.

Pregaming the alcohol awareness seminar. TSM.