Reading your sorority’s newsletter instead of doing your class reading. TSM.

Drunk enough to make wildly embarrassing decisions. Not drunk enough to forget them. TSM.

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

Looking up the projected income of your new boy’s major before taking it too far. TSM.

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

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

I like my coffee as black as my heart. TSM.

Never knowing what’s happening in class, but always knowing what’s happening over the weekend. TSM.

You had me at “pre-med.” TSM.

Crafting while you pregame because it’s Big/Little Week. TSM.