Having a love-hate relationship with your recruitment chair. TSM.

Being the biggest drunken mess Saturday night, but the most impeccably dressed Sunday at chapter. TSM.

Quickly losing interest in the pretty freshman in your class when you find out she isn’t going through recruitment next semester. TSM.

Ironically calling a girl I don’t like “sweetie” and a girl I do like “betch.” TSM.

Being completely aware of how small dorm closets are, and still insisting on bringing your entire wardrobe. TSM.