My [pledge] mamma don’t like you, and she likes everyone [as long as you’re cute, over 6 ft, and in a good fraternity]. TSM.

Your roommate making other sleeping arrangements when you have a mixer with your favorite fraternity. TSM.

Getting annoyed when your shack shirt isn’t comfort colors. TSM.

Legend in the eyes of your sisters, liability in the eyes of standards. TSM.

Standards: You need to take down that tweet.
Me: But it got so many RTs and likes.
Standards: You have to.
Me: I’ll take the fine. TSM.

“I’m not sleeping here tonight.”
“Where are you sleeping?”
“I’m not sure yet, I just know it won’t be here.” TSTC.

Having an average of five to ten life-ending screenshots in your phone at any given point in time. TSM.

Mixing vodka and Starbucks passion tea lemonade. TSM.