Your favorite fraternity adding you to their summer rush group on Facebook. TSM.

We’re best friends on Snapchat, so you could say we are pretty serious. TSM.

Waking up with your big in your bed. TSM.

You’re never too old to love pink, glitter, and Disney Princesses. TSM.

I met my little, because she was dating my boyfriend’s fraternity brother. We lasted. The boys didn’t. TSM.

Automatically hating any girl who walks into “your” fraternity. TSM.

Daydreaming about how you’d ask celebrities to throw up your letters if you ever meet them. TSM.

Your sorority being known for hair flipping. TSM.