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

Going on a post-spring break diet due to the excessive vacation binge drinking. TSM.

Every photo from the weekend having a fraternity composite in the background. TSM.

Your big volunteering to be on booty patrol while you dance on the bar. TSM.

Going on a shopping spree to conceal the extra special Victoria’s Secret purchase from your father. TSM.

I don’t know any pledges unless they’re giving me a ride home. TSM.

Being “unable to even” on a regular basis. TSM.

Blackmailing the standards chair. TSM.

Taking a call in class to adjust your mani appointment. TSM.

Stalking the shit out of your online purchases until they arrive at your door. TSM.