Being too broke to afford textbooks but having enough money to buy another sorority shirt. TSM.

Me, my selfie, and I. TSM.

When the people in your group text have had more standards hearings than the rest of the chapter combined. TSTC.

Quinoa. TSM.

Continuing to learn about things you did that one drunken night months later. TSM.

Wearing your shack shirts like medals of honor. TSM.

Referring to your big as if she’s a survival guide…because she kind of is. TSM.

Falling in love with your little when you meet her in the hallway wearing boxer’s and a guy’s button-up. TSM.