Last year at big/little reveal, everyone secretly wished they got my big. This year, they all secretly wish they got my little. TSM.

It’s not a shack shirt. It’s a souvenir t-shirt. TSM.

Telling risk management, “I can’t. I’m already drunk,” when they ask you to be a sober monitor. TSM.

Taking disposable cameras on spring break, because none of your photos should be on the internet. TSM.

It’s not a walk of shame when you’re leaving the president’s suite. TSM.

Your best friends knowing exactly who you’re talking about when you say “Ugh, I hate everyone.” TSM.

The most important factor in filling out your March Madness brackets being whether or not the school has a chapter of your sorority. TSM.