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.

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

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

She kissed my boyfriend once, so I hate her chapter. TSM.