Dressing like you’re in a sorority. Drinking like you’re in a fraternity. TSM.

“It ain’t my fault when I walk and jaws drop.” -Miranda Lambert. TSM.

Having two dresser drawers dedicated to sorority shirts. TSM.

Turning your letter shirt inside out for the walk of shame, because you respect your sorority enough not to shame it, but not enough to keep you from doing the shameful thing. TSM.

The “is everyone alive?” group text every Saturday morning. TSM.

Can I add “TSM Famous” to my résumé? TSM.

Blacking out is God’s way of saying, “Don’t worry about it.” TSM.

I just want him to text me so I can ignore him. TSM.

Red lips, black soul. TSM.

You had me at “pre-med.” TSM.