Preparation for formal starting several days before the event. TSM.

Living up the sorority girl stereotype every weekend, then vehemently denying its existence throughout the week. TSM.

Collecting fraternity formal invitations like they’re baseball cards. TSM.

My [pledge] mamma don’t like you, and she likes everyone [as long as you’re cute, over 6 ft, and in a good fraternity]. TSM.

I need either caffeine or vodka. I don’t care which, but I need it now. TSM.

“I think it only counts if you care about the person, so my number’s like zero.” TSM.

Getting annoyed when your shack shirt isn’t comfort colors. TSM.

Anyone wearing a bucket hat doesn’t deserve to see me naked. TSM.

“What do you think of my Instagram bio?” TSM.

Senior year marking your quarter life crisis. TSM.