“Is that mean?” TSM.

The quick check to make sure you’re not wearing letters before doing anything wildly inappropriate in public. TSM.

Not wanting to make another Pinterest board, but knowing it’s necessary. TSM.

I don’t even have to haze the babies, they’re already terrified of me. TSM.

Being thankful for the Greek iPhone keyboard, because the last names of most guys you meet are their fraternities. TSM.

Always resorting to “But Daddy, I need it for recruitment!” when he says no the first time. TSM.

Your mom being convinced you have a drinking problem after seeing all the wine (bottles) you’ve consumed since being home for break. TSM.

Thoroughly enjoying the holy-hell-that-is-way-too-much-whiskey cough boys make when they try your drink. TSM.

So many date parties, so little time for outfit planning. TSM.

“Am I right?” TSM.