When you’re dating the president of your favorite fraternity and all the guys call you The First Lady. TSM.

Making shacking look chic the next morning. TSM.

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.

“What time do you want to get there? It starts at 10.”
“11.” TSM.

Beyoncé literally never wearing pants. TSM.

Scheduling your mental breakdown for early morning or late night because mascara is expensive. TSM.

My favorite drink is the kind boys buy for me. TSM.