I’ve only been in a sorority for three days, and I’ve already overspent on t-shrits. TSM.

The warmth in your heart when your rush crush becomes part of your sorority on Bid Day. TSM.

The next two weeks’ wardrobe consists strictly of letters. TSM.

Beaus, bows, and booze. TSM.

You’re not loud enough until the fraternity next door learns our songs. TSM.

Wearing your letters to summer classes so people know you don’t go to community college. TSM.

Being the new girlfriend’s least favorite ex-girlfriend. TSTC.

Quinoa. TSM.

Accidentally calling your big when you need to call your mom. TSM.

Never having a problem Starbucks can’t fix. TSM.